[Something relaxes at Marc's reassurance, at the way he curls in the way he does. It's just-- really sweet. Genuine. There's no lie he can detect in those words. He's more than okay. He seems happy. Steven's hands slide from his waist to wrap his arms around him properly, gripping loosely on to Marc's shirt.

He smiles warmly at the kissing, tilting his head a little bit to the side to give him more room.] Y-yeah? Are you sure?

[He doesn't want him to have to-- hold back, even if it's a lot. His face might heat up a bit when-- Marc questions that. He tilts his head back, lets out a soft noise at the attention. It's very nice.]

That didn't go so well for me, did it? [What, with the punch and all...]

Um, you know... I thought I should-- work on the whole cuffing myself to the bed every night first. No one wants to come back with the bloke who has to tie himself up every night so he doesn't go wandering off, do they? [He's rambling a bit, but he can't really help it. He's a little embarrassed.]

I suppose I know-- the kind you've got. Being married and all. And you're so handsome and charming and... [Marc must have a ton of experiences under his belt at this point, right?]