"I mean you can tell him now before he..." Marcial stopped himself after hearing the phone hang up. "... Oh. Ah, there's always a next time. It's an inexpensive product anyhow." Clasping his hands together, he added, "This reminds me... Oof, I have to call the chauffeur so I can get your things, Mx. It won't take too long." Contrasting the technology that Axe had, Marcial pulled out a simple flip phone that took up his entire palm at most. Honestly, calling and texting was all he ever had to do. He maneuvered his phone through tiny clicks and clacks until he managed to find what he was looking for. Marcial excused himself before walking into the kitchen to chat with the chauffeur.<br/><br/>Nit, obviously, stayed on the couch, being their laid-back self. Seeing that Marcial left, they took it upon themselves to take up the remaining space, laying belly-down parallel to the couch and using the arms as head and foot cushions.  Despite looking rather lewd, that was not their intention. Really, they were just bored, seeing as they did not bring anything outside of their phone for entertainment, and Marcial had taken it from them. Regardless, they were starting to act much more respectful than when they originally came. Still a little informal, clearly, but they were at least limited in regards to grouchiness.<br/><br/>Yawning softly, Nit listened in to Marcial's conversation for a few minutes before looking down at the couch and then at Axe. They sported a rather smug expression, as if trying to get her attention. "Not one for... kindness, eh?" Nit directed at her, referring to her short moment of embarrassment. Their slight Spanish accent and muttering tone made them sound like they were trying to come on to her, although, again, they just wanted to stir up something for the time they were here. Nit was the sort of guy to bring up things to tease others for the sake of entertainment from their reactions.