"I'm actually starting to get tired of looking at maps," Marlon said as he sipped his tea at the table. "I've been looking at them for so long that when I look at a blank wall, I see a map. Clear sky--there's a map on it. Still pool of water--maps. By now I bet I could fly over a city I've never seen before and make an accurate map of it without any mistakes just from that one flyover."
"That's actually a useful skill, Marly," Ainu said, sprawled out over a few cushions, the escorts that had been with him on either side. "You might want to practice that when you get the chance."
"I thought I told you not to call me Marly," Marlon said irritably.
"And I thought I told you to loosen up and join me one of these nights," Ainu said, "but we can't always have what we want, right?"
Marlon scoffed. "What are you thinking with?"
"I think you know the answer to that."
So far we've established:
- Marlon HATES being called Marly
- Ainu's a horndog
- Cabin fever is a bitch
- Ainu's so shameless his picture's next to the definition
- And last but not least if it wasn't obvious the answer to that question is "his cock."