[ Nudging Sanji's side gently when he brings up pillow fights, Nami tips her chin up, brushing her lips against the cook's jaw as she mutters– ]

Don't give him ideas, dummy.

[ Her tone is low enough to be intimate and warm, without making any effort to ensure Luffy doesn't hear her, going so far as to lower her head to narrow her eyes at the captain across Sanji's chest playfully to make sure he did. ]

Like I'm the one who would eat all the chocolate. [ Lifting the bar in question with her free hand Nami breaks off a piece, holding it up for Sanji to eat. ] I almost lost a finger trying to stop him from finishing it before you got here, actually.