[Marco calmly wandered in, whistling to himself and took of the blazer to put in the wash. He was just about to take off the sandals when he sensed someone else in the room. Instincts kicked in, they'd had enough assassination attempts before, that the prickling feeling was all the sensation Marco needed to leap into action. He switched his feet into talons and covered his arms with blue flames even as he slammed the idiot back against the wall with hand around the person's throat.]
[Then in the blue light his eyes soften, though his grip holding Ace there did not.]
no subject
[Then in the blue light his eyes soften, though his grip holding Ace there did not.]
Freckles. What are you doing?