Movements were slowed, if not by the alcohol then by the fire petting. Tatsumi couldn't care. Even when Marco blew on his hair and caused him to shiver, it only aroused him. The topic only helped a little, too. "Are you going to try and tame me, birdybird?" Everyone knew how well that went when America tried. Then again, Tatsumi's respect for the nation hardly ever existed. Marco had a much higher chance of keeping Tatsumi in line, but he wouldn't make it easy. Easy meant no fun.

Almost adorable how Marco was being literal about the death thing. Of course, Tatsumi had died. He even began to recall his deaths in Discedo. That would add up to him dying 4 times now, in total. He really was a dead man, but that was hardly what he had meant. "If that's your plan, ya should at least know... chainsaw-kun was right. I was dead long before I died."

The glass stood before the shiki. Having a good enough buzz, if he had this one, surely he'd pass out and he wasn't quite ready for that. Not yet. Marco was too interesting. At that last question, Tatsumi grins. He leaned over the bar with a certain sparkle to his eyes. "What about you, sweetiebird? How much of you is fake?" Tatsumi ran his hand down Marco's chest, tracing over his tattoo delicately.