"Who knows. Don't know why he wanted my shoes either. Everyone got a pair." Chase didn't really want to speculate, because who knew if there even was a reason. He just wanted to make sure it never happened again. And if it did? Marco brought it on himself.
"Do you, uh...want anything to drink?" He probably should have asked that earlier, but he'd gotten so distracted with her ankle, and then once she'd gotten comfortable, and the feet were there on his leg, he hadn't wanted to move. He still sort of didn't want to.