[ leon spares another few moments to imagine the dish, complete with that savory cream sauce he suggested, before turning his full attention to the man below. he swings both legs over the branch, steadying himself with hands on either side of himself and leans over just enough that sanji isn't in any danger of blinding himself with the overhead sun as he stares up at leon.

(nothing can be done of leon's own radiance, of course.) ]

"Supposed" to be? No one but myself, of course.

[ there's a playful lilt in leon's tone, and it really is sanji's bad luck he happens to be the most interesting thing he's come across in hours. ]

Why? Would you like me to be someone else? A damsel in distress, perhaps? You seem as heroic as you do adept in the kitchen.