Marco smiled warmly, dropping the handsome male’s hands as he leaned back into Isaac’s reassuring touch contentedly. Though his body was beaten down and exhausted, he couldn’t help but be excited about the prospect of getting to partake in some exploration with his lover and their lovely little addition. The excitement shone through in a sudden brightness that gripped his facial features, which exhaustion and wariness had previously held a shady grip upon. The young boy listened to the beginnings of Roger’s qualms about the trio of them, and he couldn’t help but giggle softly as Isaac reached out and pressed a demanding finger up against the man’s beautiful lips. He adored the man’s take charge attitude, his dominant spirit, though some of it may have looked at it and seen as an entitled sort of bossiness, Marco looked at it and saw a painstakingly crafted level of power and respect. It was one of the many reasons he found himself drawn to the man, which was one of the reasons he began working at the Tiger’s Den in the first place.<br/><br/>The estate was brought up next and Marco couldn’t help but allow his smile to widen into what could have almost been classified as a cheshire grin. He spent nights with Isaac frequently, but had only been afforded the luxury of spending an eve within his personal estate a handful of other times. It was an incredible treat, really, that only a handful of the prostitutes in the brothel had been rewarded with in the past from what he’d gathered in his few months as a working resident. He counted himself among the blessed, at least as much as he was able, that he was being afforded the opportunity again.<br/><br/><i>Carry Marco to the car, I don’t want his feet getting dirty.</i><br/><br/>It was a sweet sentiment, but Marco couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed that he was going to have to be toted around due to his own choice in apparel. He lifted his gaze, offering Roger an apologetic glance as Isaac moved up ahead of them and paused to chatter with the guards briefly in a rapidly spoken foreign language. “I should be the one apologizing to you, I suppose. I’m the one acting as the burden here, love.” Regardless of his apology Roger lifted him off of his feet with little struggle. It wasn’t a surprise, really, Marco was a small man and he weighed about as much as a fairly large dog. He was incredibly lean, he believed it to be a fault but each one of his past clients had obsessed over the fact that they could toss him about like a ragdoll and manipulate him any which way they pleased without difficulty. He used the trait of his to a monetary advantage, as those that wished to pay for such a delicate creature were often willing to fork over a fair bit of cash for them.<br/><br/>“Yes, he is … Though I’m not sure I’d call it bossy. He knows what he wants and he’s not afraid to ask for it. I think it’s lovely,” he murmured, winding his arms about Roger’s neck as he toted him after the smartly dressed beauty. They retreated out the back door, where Isaac’s dashing little limousine awaited them. He felt Roger’s grip falter the slightest bit and he let out an anxious little noise as he tightened his own grip on the other lest he be accidentally discarded. He wasn’t dropped, thankfully, and only moments later he was carefully deposited into one of the vehicle’s smooth leather seats. He was joined shortly after by the intoxicating pair of men that would be indulging in him that evening and he smiled warmly as they settled in and shut the door behind them.<br/><br/>Marco, again, couldn’t help but giggle sweetly at the exchange between Roger and Isaac. He wondered how much the pair of them would butt heads during their time together, but he really found that he didn’t care all that much, just so long as they remained cordial. “My love, can we not get a bit of a head start? I know you’re all about proprieties, but it’s just been so long since I’ve gotten to play with you.” It had been, in fact, over two weeks since his employer had warmed his bed. He also knew that perhaps Roger would enjoy a little show on the way to their destination; Marco had seen the way the stranger’s pupils had been dilated directly following the innocent kiss he and Isaac had shared. He wished to make sure that this new client of his had a lovely time, whilst also pleasing his preexisting lover.<br/><br/>Marco glanced at the closed up partition briefly as the car began to ease forward. His lips curled upwards at the very edges as he turned slowly to face Isaac, carefully making his way across the car and to the man’s seat. He sat himself down directly in the man’s lap, batting his incredibly long eyelashes preciously as he straddled his legs and began toying with the edge of his cape with his fingertips. The pretty little Englishman leaned in and began peppering Isaac’s elegant neck and along his jawline, his hands moving from the edges of the decorative cloak he wore to find the buttons upon the front of his shirt. He played with them carefully, but didn’t move to undo any of them yet. “May I continue, Sir?” he purred lightheartedly, his lips brushing teasingly against the man’s throat as he spoke.