[Any other time he'd protest, and insist on doing the work for her - like he always does.

He doesn't this time; all his energy has gone into focusing on her question, and he sits down without a second thought, actually grateful to be off his feet. He leans forward and curls his arms on the table top]

Scratched up a bit, but I'm not hurt. [Can't say the same for any unlucky bastards he met on the field, but details.] And it's the same as always. [He pauses, searching for something else to say. His missions are never exciting affairs worthy of conversations]

I'm just glad to be home now. Can't have you girls dealing with Luffy and Brook's shitty appetites alone.