Lexi laughed at that, sighing happily as he felt Marco's arms move around him, protective and strong and oh so very sexy. It made him feel a bit light-headed, but he was used to that around Marco. "Then I need to find myself an Ancient Italian." He murmured, referring back to the conversation they'd had while Lexi had been getting ready, a silly little part of him hoping that Marco would volunteer, but knowing in his heart of hearts that it never would. Lexi had been besotted with Marco since his 6th year, and in all that time, the closest he'd come was making out with Marco in a hot-tub.
"I know I'll have fun. I always do, with you." The effeminate creature said, smiling again, and tucking an errant strand of hair back behind his ear. He should have tied it back or done something with it, but all the talk of hair-pulling with Geoff had put Lexi in mind to tempt fate. Besides, it would probably look better loose, whatever Marco was planning.
He took a little steadying breath then, nodding in response to the question. "A little drink?" He said, thumb and index finger squeezing together. Something small that packed a punch, just to banish those last few nerves. Then he'd be ready, and willing, for whatever Marco wanted. "Scotch?" He volunteered, trying to remember if that was what Marco always had about the place. He didn't know why, but tonight he wanted to impress Marco, trying and get the other to want him as much as possible.
It would never happen, but Lexi was still going to try every trick in the book.