[ It's not anything he hasn't heard before. Mr. Jotaro has told him so many times that no matter how much he doesn't like it, no matter how hard it is for someone blessed with a power like his to accept, there's no force in the world that can bring someone back from the dead. It's why he's so skeptical about this wish, and has no intents on touching it. Still, Sanji's words deflate him a little, because he has no desire to let out his anger at him. He leans more into his hand, letting out a tight exhale from his nose. He forces himself to be quiet until he can cool down enough to say something normal; when he lifts his thumb from the wood, there's a sizeable indented groove from the force with which he was digging his own nail in. Slowly, he fixes that, too, with his power. ]

I know. Sorry. I just get worked up thinking about it.

[ Is he saying that to the table? To Sanji? Probably both. It's not like he wants to ruin the vibes at this date that Sanji (weirdly) asked him out on, where he also seemed interested in the waitress. Talk about mixed signals. He'll just force them to take a hard left. ]

Let's talk about something else. Like what your official opinion on the bartending here is.

[ That goes hand in hand with being in the restaurant business, right? ]