Marcus
Marcus mirrored her grin. He was having fun again, though he was not sure what she was going for here. He could tell she was not putting her full strength into these attacks, yet she still bothered to throw them. Maybe she liked to play as much as he did. Perhaps she wasn't being fake after all. Maybe, everything was one big game to her. If that was the case, he didn't mind playing with her.
The fist ended up striking nothing but air, as Marcus dodged the strike by tilting his head and torso to the side and creeping ever closer to her face. He stopped himself inches from her lips, teasing her with what could be.
"Oh look, we are in the same place as before," he said, running a finger through her hair. He ended up accidentally knocking off the ears from her head. "Are you going to try to choke me again, or do you want me to do that to you first?"
Joe
The response to his creeping triggered an unbelievably intense feeling of embarrassment, as evidenced by how red his face was getting. His cheeks were as red as a cherry flavored lolipop and he began playing with a wooden spoon, dropping it the second she said the second part.
"What?" he asked. "You want to go to the gym and creep on the hot girls there?"