An' them? Y' mean Espio 'n' Grell.

[Hug away, Featherhead. Namur might even bring one of his arms back into the boat so he can return it.]

Shit, I don't know nothin' 'bout 'em. Grell creeps the shit out a me, an' it ain't the whole dudemaid thing.

[He sits up just a little, suddenly, as if he just remembered something. Then he pokes Marco in the forehead.]

Thanks fer warnin' me 'bout that, by the way. Totally didn' make a complete ass a myself when I tasted her the first time.