Tatsumi made an amused sound as he went to rest his chin in his hands. A smirk stuck to his face the whole while he waited on Marco. His focus was slipping a bit.

As soon as Marco answers, Tatsumi's smile drops with his shoulders as he gave a sigh. After a few seconds of glaring Marco down, he leans back.

"Just because I did whatever I wanted, granted it was within Sunako's wishes, doesn't mean I didn't regret some of the stuff I did." A smirk slowly creeps back onto the werepire's face. The kind of smirk that says it louder than words that Marco got it wrong. Tatsumi had very few regrets. The most obvious being how he should have killed Natsuno instead of listening to Sunako and giving the kid more time to decide who's side he was on. It was that one decision that if he had done things his way, it would have changed everything. "There were a few people I would have killed. You know, to save us all the trouble we ended up with."

If the smirk wasn't a give-away, Tatsumi leaned forward again and playfully began to tap his chin, as if he was trying to think of a question. "So, about you and that fakeness I asked about earlier..." He tilted his head ever so slightly. "What about you exactly is fake?"