Lulu, meanwhile, rises from the table and saunters onto the stage alongside her partner. A pair of dark, leathery batwings unfurl from her back, sharp carpals gleaming underneath the bright stage lights. Zoro takes note of the fine control Lulu exudes over her own shape with the same calm detachment he'd have if he were watching his junior perform katas back at the dojo.

"No." He tilts his head toward Luffy. The sharp edges of his grin soften into something more boyish and cheeky. "...Already can. Turn into a beast, that is. Main thing is learning to control it."

Granted, the old man took great pains beating it into his thick skull that it's not so simple as controlling it. But as he sees it now, the only alternative is letting the beast inside of him run wild, with no purpose in its carnage, and no help to either his or Luffy's goals. That is unacceptable. And so here they are.