A flat look. And then Marco just bit the hat right off Thatch's head with his beak and shook it about to mess up Thatch's hair. "Only if you want me to blackmail you with stories of your youth, yoi. I am yours, but you're mine too don't forget." Marco settled back down and snuggled Thatch's neck again. "You're cute, eh. That excuse is as old as Pops. And then some." He flicked his tail about happily though. "But it'll have to do."