"I'll just bet," Marco smirked right back, "Too bad for you I saved all the truly salty stuff for Japan." As to how much of that was innuendo, true, or completely literal, Marco didn't explain; preferring instead to leave it mysterious.

"So aside from preferring me in a wine glass," never give Marco an opportunity, he will always take it, no matter how ridiculous. Hell the more ridiculous it is, the more he'll take it. "How's the drink? Did I get close to your tastes? How can I get even hotter, eh?"

Marco glanced over his bottles, already debating how to mix them up. "You don't seem like a fan of sours, although I know how you seem to love fruits," Marco just lost all pretenses to deadpan teasing at that and just stuck his tongue out mockingly.