Marco pushed back from the kid. Back peddling with a wide, untamed, crooked grin, tongue flitting across his lips, mopping up the last of the blood. His heart beat in his chest like the wings of a bird in a cage, his breath ragged, dark eyes alight and wild.<br/><br/>For a moment a purr of a noise crept out from between his lips, he stepped back slowly, boots whispering against the cream carpeting. The noise turned to a burst of wild laughter. It was... unpredictable, Ryuu was unpredictable, the whole goddamn situation was unpredictable! His favourite!<br/><br/>"Ryuu, you're mine," he finally said, there was something that could almost have resembled an apologetic tone lost somewhere in his voice. He stepped back, starting to pace towards his table, pick up his cup, "letting you go at the current time.. just ain't an option! Get something for that lip, I don't want you bleeding everywhere!"