He wonders if Sanji's skin is this cold, this smooth, or if it blazes as warm as the stove-top fire and riddled with dips and crannies. Zoro sees his own face within the gleaming metal and his reflect...
He wonders if Sanji's skin is this cold, this smooth, or if it blazes as warm as the stove-top fire and riddled with dips and crannies. Zoro sees his own face within the gleaming metal and his reflect...