There was a grin upon Grell's face at the attention. It could have been bashful, or coy, but it all made his skin tingle. "I was starting to worry I had lost my touch." He leaned in and gave the other an appreciative, short kiss.

Grell did raise an eyebrow about hearing about the deaths of Marco's friends. "Death isn't the final stage for people. It opens new doors. But I completely agree on avenging them." Just thinking about bathing the scene crimson made him bouncy. "What's a little more blood shed for the sake of friendship?"