Marcie watched Much, bemused, as he stumbled all over his words. "I hope that's a definite no, because I'm not too keen to make a fool of myself again," she said, leaning forward a little. Well, fuck it, she was putting it out there. Nobody could ever accuse Marcella of not being bold.
"No secret girlfriends. I'm not mourning... or dying... so..." She raised her brows slightly in query, feeling all fluttery with nerves. Her fingers found his hand and lightly curled around it. "I am kind of a bit admire-y of you, maybe?"