[... Well. Color the chef a little caught off-guard. That gets Sanji halting in place and staring at the man, and a subtle twitch in his lips hints that Kotetsu's words were not ineffective. His expression loosens.]

I don't really care for any shit throwing my food up because their body can't handle it, either. [He cants his head until he's glancing down his nose at Kotetsu]

I'll eat what you can't, so don't worry about it. Just concentrate on keeping some of it down.