[Sanji has nothing to say to that, because the guys on the Sunny are gross (affectionate).

He also keeps the thoughts that follow to himself—those of Asa alone, fearful and scorned. Never again.]

Until then, let's keep in touch. I hear that device we all received will let us exchange letters and make calls. If it can really do that, I'll write every day.

[In other words, she'll be pelted with love letters every single day for the rest of his life, excepting a short period of time two years later.]