[Listen to Baren talk, Sanji folds his arms, chin held aloft while his face tries to fall back on old habits and hide itself behind a scowl. Not to say he doesn't manage it - he looks as foul tempered as always - but it's not enough to hide the assessing sharpness of his stare, either.
It doesn't take him long to form an answer]
I can't stand liars. [There's an irony in that, perhaps. Regardless, his voice is ironclad.] But I don't do promises unless I get the same in return.
[The pirate, the one who'd stick his neck out blindly for others, who'd make promises with no benefit towards himself -- that bastard's gone, hidden back in memories. All that's left is a Sanji who demands payment in oath.
Baren wants trust? Then he better give it in equal measure.]
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It doesn't take him long to form an answer]
I can't stand liars. [There's an irony in that, perhaps. Regardless, his voice is ironclad.] But I don't do promises unless I get the same in return.
[The pirate, the one who'd stick his neck out blindly for others, who'd make promises with no benefit towards himself -- that bastard's gone, hidden back in memories. All that's left is a Sanji who demands payment in oath.
Baren wants trust? Then he better give it in equal measure.]