[He shivers in delight, letting out a small chirp at her touches completely surrounding him. Marco, for one, is completely convinced that anyone who wouldn't give up their soul for those touches has no idea what they're missing out on.]

That can be arranged. We can rob all the shops of belts if nothing else.

[Sometimes he can't tell how much she's kidding. Most times, that just makes him love it even more. In this case, it's not that he thinks she isn't kidding, but he feels he better keep honing the point in.] Though I find it best to let their natural desires keep them coming, eh? What sort of things would keep your sniper's curiosity piqued?