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[Look at this beautiful hand he's been granted for a spell. Sanji's heart rate skyrockets as he gingerly takes her hand in his and guides it up to the level of his chest, dropping the one at his head the while. His lips wobble from the effort to contain his grin and maintain some semblance of cool before this very fine lady.

Then, with all the care he can muster, he raises her hand just a little higher and meets it halfway with the duck of his head and his eyes shut. His lips graze the back of her hand for a long, reverent, fleeting moment before Sanji lifts his head to flash a modest smile at Ritsuka.]