"Ey, amore!" He greets with a charming grin once the door opens, as if he didn't bang on it four times just to get you to come out. He tosses the cigarette out of his mouth, the black heel of his boot stepping on the fallen nicotine; his hand goes to your lower back as he pulls you in.

"How ya been?" Marco kisses your cheek, his other hand lifting to your jaw to hold your head in place as he presses another kiss to the corner of your lips. "Missed ya a whole lot in the slammer. Wasn't any fun, I'll tell you that." He says with a tone of play as he leans in to give you more affection.