[As far as Sanji's concerned, she is indeed a master.
His back goes numb under her hand, and he all but drops onto the chair like the insignificant sack of flesh he is, legs as jelly at the tone of her voice. He swallows, momentarily dropping his gaze before looking back up at Asa with wide, curious eyes. This is good, right? Despite his faults, she's looking at him.]
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His back goes numb under her hand, and he all but drops onto the chair like the insignificant sack of flesh he is, legs as jelly at the tone of her voice. He swallows, momentarily dropping his gaze before looking back up at Asa with wide, curious eyes. This is good, right? Despite his faults, she's looking at him.]
Ah, Asa . . .