Sorry, Snow, he's too delighted by this turn of events to pet you just yet, he'll get there in a moment!

"... is this why you were eating like Sasha yesterday?" He asks. He'd gone with Jean to the party, and the older man had been focused on meat to a degree even others had noticed. Without thinking, Marco reaches up and pets one ear, noting how the fur is coarse like a dog's and not at all soft.

"This is so odd..."