Amazing. First boob stare in years and it couldn't be more of a contradiction in terms of how it made Juno feel. Because he was her friend, that was all he was ever going to be, why would he want to be anything else, why would she want her to? But when Marco asked his question, Juno couldn't answer fast enough. Or at all, for a while. Even the double-entendre just made her quieter. Please, we're friends, what's mine is yours, she wanted and didn't want to say.
"It's funny 'cause I don't feel very controlled." she confessed. But sure, whatever made him feel better. She wasn't sure if it stung or not that perhaps the only time Marco was willing to make peace with being mind-controlled, it had to do with her and her nonsense. "But yeah, okay, let's go with that."