Montague couldn’t help but laugh lightly when Marlowe seemed to forget his normally tight manners. It happened only when he was truly overly excited about something, and seeing him like this made Montague rather…glad, he supposed was the word.
Looking down at Marlowe as he tried not to laugh and squeal all at once, Montague laughed again and nodded. “If Mister Cass says so. But how about you stand.” He said before setting the boy down, his arms and side were not thanking him for the bouncing six year old.