The would-be King props himself against a nearby table, his arms crossed over his chest as he tries to give his focus to the words spoken by Ashe. So much of him was used to leaping into the fray and getting things done without worrying about the details, and that notion is still as fresh as ever in his veins. Putting both his feet flat onto the floor, Luffy slams a closed fist into his open palm. The echo of knuckles cracking breaks the momentary silence after Ashe has finished, giving his answer with a nod.

"Whoever is going after the seeds, I'm going. No reason to let a girl die.. Not when there are so many delicious things for her to taste and eat here. I'm gonna' need a Pirate Lunch Box and a rucksack. I'll have my crew with me, too. Ib, Ales, that Knight I met the other day.. Mordred, and if I can find myself a musician we should be solid!"