((OOC: XD Oh if he thinks Americans are bad-- The Scottish are lunatics on a drop of the stuff! 0.0))<br/><br/>The expression was exotic candy on a starved tongue, a bolt of excitement in a room of silence. Marco couldn't hide the smile at the corner of his lips as quiet outrage tore through he space behind Ryuu's eyes. They glistened like a cornered dogs for half a moment and then, like a shot, he was up on his feet.<br/><br/>Marco felt the air on his skin as Ryuu sailed past him, making a clean break for the door.<br/><br/>His gaze dropped to his lap, grin widening, a stark chuckle tumbling out, a ragged noise from the previous years of nicotine. Fourty a day since thirteen he'd estimated. What a grand total!<br/><br/>One hand crept into his own pocket, retrieving something that jingled almost musically as they were drawn free. He held out his hand, back still turned to Ryuu, key-chain dangling from one spidery digit, "Here, in my hand, sits your freedom," he gave them a quick rattle before smuggling them quickly back into his jean pocket, "So I'd best start eating out the palm of it, were I you Ryuu, butterfly,"<br/><br/>He glanced back with a playful grin, neck craned, leant back.