"You hurt my feelings."
Nami had been thinking about how to react for a while; she had been given time to do so, the crew was injured and emotions were still high, and so she had mulled over everything she had learned about Sanji - a few questions had been asked to Reiju herself in between plotting what to do - and she also had to think about everything that she still wanted to learn.
But she expected Sanji to deflect. Either that, because it hurt, or to feel so guilty he would not know what to do with himself.
After all, that was how she had reacted in scarily similar circumstances.
And so, that first sentence was what she had come up with to have his full attention after they were left alone.
"You hurt Luffy right in front of me and you hurt my feelings," she reiterated to make a point, "And we did our very best to save you, so you owe me, Sanji."
The onorific -kun had been fully ditched, but while it had been a way to push him away earlier, it was now her way to close some of the distance between them, even if her expression was neutral, studying his reaction. "So I want... sixty seconds. If you want to make up with me, I want you to give me sixty seconds to say and do whatever I want, and you cannot hold it against me. I'll be completely free and you'll have to accept it. Deal?"