Initially, Sanji shows Kotetsu as much attention as he did Perona when she first stormed into the kitchen. But there's a subtle difference in his composure this time around - whereas he'd been relaxed and engrossed in his task moments before, the muscles along his back stiffen when the Hero speaks, fist uncomfortably tight around the wooden spatula he's holding. He hears you, Kotetsu.

"Get out."

And that's the only reply you're getting. Thank Perona and the plethora of fuckin' patrons who wore down the last of his patience. They have five seconds to get out, or he'll just escort them to the door the best way he knows how.