Sanji had certain teachings he followed, many gained from the man who'd given his leg so the blond could stay alive. One of them involved using only his legs for combat and saving his hands for the more important task of cooking.

But he wasn't going to attack this boy. His kicks would do too much damage, and he didn't have the option of a tall hat for convenient head-cracking action either. No, sometimes there was only one thing that really got a point across. It was a rare action, one the young exorcist wouldn't even realize the significance of. Perhaps it was odd, using such a method on someone the chef had known for such a very short time, but he didn't want this place to win. Not against someone he felt could be so much stronger than this.

Pulling Allen closer again, he drew back a hand and slapped the boy across the face as hard as he could.