[Sanji glances back at Zoro again, a little surprised to hear that kind of question coming from him. But after a moment, he grins around his cigarette and reaches back to somewhat awkwardly clasp his hand to Zoro's shin.]
It's okay. We're fine.
[He uses his hold on Zoro for leverage, pushing himself up to his feet and then straightening himself out as he finally notices the state of his clothes. Then he props his hands on his hips and looks down at Zoro, hair still a mess.]
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It's okay. We're fine.
[He uses his hold on Zoro for leverage, pushing himself up to his feet and then straightening himself out as he finally notices the state of his clothes. Then he props his hands on his hips and looks down at Zoro, hair still a mess.]
We could still spar. Or I could make us dinner.