[ Okay. Okay, heck. Yusuke just kinda leans back a little, into the back of the sofa, but doesn’t release his grip on Sanji’s hand, like he’s even more concerned he might bolt now. First thing is first: ]

No, I’m not interested in breaking up because the flora of Magatus got incredibly good at mental manipulation since we were last there.

[ He turns his head to pin Sanji with a look - there’s a lot of exasperation there, and some anger, but something undeniably fond as well. ]

If I did not think you were worth my time, I would not have given you over six weeks of it freely. [ And that’s one thing that couldn’t be a lie even if he tried: if he’d ever got tired or fed up with Sanji, he would have told him immediately. Honesty and all that. ]