"Game's not over yet, Bree," was all he said, and immediately did an about face towards her feet. "This little piggy went to the market," he teased, tracing a finger from each toe in question, down to her arch, and all the way back up again. "This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef, and this little piggy had none. And THIS little piggy went..."<br/><br/>Marco restrained both ankles by sitting on them, allowing to attack both arches at once.<br/><br/>"WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, WEE, WEE, WEE!!!"