Sanji could do anything he could ever fucking dream of to any of you. To any of us. What are you possibly going to do? Tell him "no"? He would laugh at you, call you a silly little guy, and then do whatever he god damned pleased. If he robbed a bank, nobody could stop him. If he fucked you, nobody could stop him. If he forced the moon to crash into the Earth, nobody could stop him. If he wanted you dead, that would be it: you would be dead. Nothing more, and nothing less. You could never persuade him. You could never challenge him. By God, you could never defeat him. Why? Because it's fucking Sanji. If you even so much as raised a fist against him, he would teleport behind you and incinerate your brain with a Ifrit Jambe so intense that it could roast a chicken from five miles away. By the time you had noticed that Sanji wasn't where he was, everyone else in the world would notice that there is a charred skeleton in the place that you once stood. They would have to ignore it, too. People would stifle their tears and muffle their sobs. Sanji wouldn't like it, if he heard them. They might end up like you.