"Why would I drag your ass all the way back to the apartment when here is just fine?" He gave a laugh before finishing off the pina colada. Leaning in, Tatsumi thought he was going to hear some sort of secret and instead felt it first hand. He tried to not react to the touching. Oh how he tried... and failed miserably. Tatsumi couldn't help but drool against the counter, slowly flopping his head from side to side underneath the generous petting.

The mixture of petting and alcohol sadly brought up the first time America had discovered the same weakness. In a way the werepire was thankful for the memory as it calmed him enough to keep from having a party. "Ya. Sure." All too willing to try the next drink, but also there was a detached tone in his voice. "I hope you realize that once ya throw a dog a bone, he'll never leave ya the hell alone."

Tatsumi closed his eyes while he enjoyed his margarita. He could feel the old flame of alcohol burning within him. So different from that flame of excitement he hungered for from hunting people, hurting them, or merely watching them struggle.

"I don't know, birdy. Feels like you're the one trying to get me tipsy." Tatsumi chuckled a bit, honestly not minding if that's what Marco really had in mind.