"Oh, I'm pretty bold, eh," Marco shrugged in deadpan, simply stating fact. "Too bad I'll never be as pretty as your hair though."

He paused and hesitated, unsure of how much to trust Grell given earlier, but he didn't want the red-head's memory of his phoenix form to just be violent. "I could use a moonlit flight over the ocean, with company." More tickling under the chin. "But if you yank any of my feathers I'm dropping you in it and I can't swim to rescue you."