Finally he pushed some pillows off the bed, laid on his stomach and stared up at Ace and Grell sleepily. This had better be important.

Although somewhere in the back of his bird brain he realized too that he was grateful that Ace hadn't just tried to sneak into the bed with them, between Marco's bird reflexes set on "kick" for anyone except Thatch and Toby, and Grell being a shinigami, that wouldn't have ended well for anyone.

Unfortunately, in his hazy sleepy state, he forgot to switch out of phoenix state, so when he asked what was going on, it just came out as a series of whistles.