Marco blinked and tugged Grell down for a kiss. "Really?" he gave him a wry flirty little smirk, "And here I thought you were good at taking all my pain away." The phoenix tickled the red-head under the chin, calmly ignoring that his tail had really hurt from the bite. Phoenix healing meant it was all better and Marco cared a lot less now. "All right, as soon as finals are over, I'll sleep. But you better be willing to stay by me. I don't like letting people I don't trust see me with nightmares at all." Wait, did that mean he actually trusted Grell? In some measure he did, actually. Rather greatly. Grell knew he had more to gain by keeping Marco alive and he was feisty enough to probably kill anyone who tried to take advantage of Marco's weakness.