He knew what Marco was going to do as soon as the phoenix sat him down and sat on him. He could try to dislodge him but that would be far more effort than it was worth as Marco would just keep pinning him until he was satisfied. So, fine. The phoenix could sit on him all night if he wanted.

He pulled back from Marco's words, trying to force himself into not understanding them. Just meaningless syllables. He didn't take the tea and instead folded his arms and stared off into the middle distance, letting everything else fade away, fuzz into nothing.