[ seeing as how the redhead doesn't seem all that concerned about propriety, marco adjusts accordingly, opting to sit up as well and get himself situated as swiftly as possible. sheets pooled around his waist, he sits with his back to reno so he can inspect the side of the room available to him, in hopes of finding any of the clothes he might have had on the previous night. though, with reno's next words, marco begins to look for the more obvious signs of... coupling.

both searches turn up nothing: no clothes, and certainly none strewn about that would suggest they'd been taken off in a flurry of passion. no condoms or lube visible either, so unless they kept things to their hands and mouths, it's very unlikely anything actually happened.

though, just to be sure — he spares a lingering glance on the tattoo stamped over the left side of his chest. the spades symbol is fairly saturated, which means the suit itself hasn't been satisfied in... some time. good. ]

No, [ he is able to say, definitively. ] This is likely just another one of the house's attempts to pair people up. It has a habit of putting its players in... awkward positions like this. I wouldn't worry.