"Shut up about your man's pride." Zoro gives him a straight-up unimpressed look. Blah blah blah, that's not pride. He knows from pride.

He hunches down, guarding his food, and munches away for a bit, pretending he doesn't even care about the booze. Despite his best efforts to ignore the question, it slips in and pokes at his mind, and he finds himself formulating an answer in his mind before he can even decide whether he wants to.

"Dunno," he finally answers. "I don't really have one, I don't think." Even as his brain dredges up images of swords. "A swordsman, I guess."