Marco might have looked just a little smug for both that flush and the laugh he surprised out of the stoic uncle. He was well settled into his 'charm the wits out of them' routine and he thought he had Julian where he wanted him, becoming inclined to look at Marco favourably if not quite fondly yet.

"I'll make a do," he promised, voice both soft and affectionate as he squeezed Felix's hand. "You'll be a lot happier here than doting over whatever delegate of whichever state or enduring the shameless flirting of various aunts and uncles." He brushed his thumb over Felix's knuckles and continued quietly. "And I'll be happier when you are happy."

When Julian jumped in to the conversation, though, he lifted his hand to pitch in. "Hold on, you two. Felix will be busy for three days." Marco had made sure that he wouldn't be missed for a couple of days and he fully intended to spend them with Felix, quite possibly pinned to the bed under him. "Then he's free to roam about for a while," he promised with a small, amused smile.