"I would, but I won't. This time." Marco made himself a blue moon and grabbed a stool to sit on, even if he was still on the opposite side from Tatsumi.

"Besides, your plan won't work. You're just hoping to get me tispy. I know how this works," Marco pretended to flirt like a girl being coy. It should be noted, this fails utterly coming from Marco. "Get me drunk, take me back to your apartment, tell me I'm the only one for you~ I've read those books, I know how it goes." Never mind that they shared an apartment and if anything, Marco learned such techniques from using them himself, not a book. "But I know something you don't know~" He gestured with a hand for Tatsumi to lean forward so Marco could pet the ear tufts as he downed his own drink.

He hummed softly to himself, still playing with the mock-ears as if petting his Pops' dog Stefan. "Let's see, tropical and salty, eh?" Yup, he didn't even bother explaining that thing he knew that Tatsumi didn't. Because after all, if he told, then Tatsumi would know. He stopped petting to go mix up a margarita with an added kick of hidden pineapple. Just because. "Try this one, eh?"