action;

[Are you mothering him? He doesn't need mothering. He returns a look, brow furrowed, before finding himself inexplicably guilty enough to look back down to his work. If there's any time for him to feel like a 8-year-old in Sanji's presence, it'd be right now. If he'd recognize the signs, anyway. Hell, he's hardly considering the light scrapes and bruises he's got from his week away at a mission--for him, those aren't that out of place. He had a pretty active job back home.]

I pulled plenty of hours working back home. If you're worried, don't be--I can handle it just fine.

[He may or may not think you're underestimating his work ethic.

Just a little.]