His hand tightens around the bag like someone's about to steal from a starving man. It's nothing against Nami, just instinct at its basest level. But, she's crew, and he can afford to share with crew. This one time.

With all the pitiful reluctance of a scolded child, Luffy pulls out one of the wrapped burgers and hands it over to her.

"If you want that dress, I can buy it." His eyes drop down to the mark running down her neck; identical to Zoro's. "You don't have a Dom yet, right?"