He stirred a bit at Esipio's voice, looking askance at the chameleon. Marco had taken driving? He was surprised the man wasn't a nervous wreck inside. He'd have to ask him about it later.

"Takes a bit to get used to driving, mate. Nam-chan here took to it like a fishman to a dive bar." He leaned up and pinched Namur's cheek. They were getting close to the bar but-- he reached over and wrapped a hand against Ace's forehead, playfully pushing his head back against the seat, an apology and forgiveness in one.

"I usually prefer flying by glitter turkey, but I wouldn't mind coming up in the air with you a few times."