Another chirp to signify yes on both accounts and Marco hopped into the limited space reserved on the top of Thatch's chest which also, thankfully, had only a bit of water.

"Nice cigar," he whistled in phoenix, "You really haven't changed a bit, eh? It's a relief." He fidgeted and rolled around a little until he was comfortably spread over Thatch's chest like a blanket and peering up at the man. "Maybe a little grayer," he didn't quite grin, but he was obviously teasing, his long tail even perked up in amusement.