[He nearly flinches at the words, but he's taken by surprise by the kiss to his forehead. Particularly its location. He wants to grab her wrist and playfully wrestle her to the bed to explain just what being her Marco meant, but he remembers another promise, with a small sigh.]

[He reaches up for her hand, and gently laces her fingers with his own and bring them down to his mouth to gently kiss her knuckles. His blue eyes blaze with a fiery intensity however.]

Robin, you are more brilliant than I could ever hope to be. It reminds me of my Pops, whom I could never best at chess. I have never thought of leading you.

But you should realize, you really are one of my best friends. I rarely respect a lot of people in my life, in several decades, it's been less than ten, but I truly respect you. [Grins and leans up closer to her, dropping his voice a little, seductively keeping his voice deep and quiet.] Admire you.

[He slides the hand holding her hand up her arm just a little.] And I'm not going to stop giving it my all to give you more reasons to smile. Not unless you order me to. [His devious grin broadens, like he knows something she doesn't yet.] So I guess you save us both a lot of time and ridiculousness and start smiling, aye? Unless you want to see what insanity I'll try in the attempt. [He leans up even closer as if to kiss her, but abrupt falls back on the bed, looking at the ceiling with an evil grin, and an ankle hooked around her legs so she couldn't escape.]

See, I want everything. But I need you. And I'm quite happy with that.