Oi! [He snarls as Zoro throws him off balance, and he's the one forced to take the first step back. Damn swordsman. He is not keen to die, no matter how many times he stupidly dumps himself into the martyr role. Honest!] If I wanted to die, I would have asked Nami-san to bury me in her sweet, angelic embrace! Being escorted to hell by some muscle-bound marimo would be torture! You're insurance, got it, bastard? Nothing but insurance!

[Because Zoro is the only one who would never, ever allow him to harm another member of the crew again. No matter his reasons. He still hasn't explained that bit though. He probably isn't going to.

He plucks the cigarette from his lips, raises it to meet Enma's razer sharp point.]

So there's no reason to change my mind. We can resume this whenever the hell you need to.

[Introducing the most roundabout, offensive way anyone has ever said: "Please help me."]