Marc
Marc smacked his forehead with his fingers and shook his head, grimacing as he'd just been stung in the nuts by a bee. A very horny, insatiable bee. "Mon dieu, you just keep asking the most embarrassing things, do you? I guess I sort of missed that - almost."
A finger on his chin, he paced back and forth for a bit. Questions like this needed time and consideration, and he wasn't afraid to show Val just how much he had to scramble his coconut for an answer. No, it was more to milk the anticipation really, to make the dreaded moment of truth all the more palpable, and the answer even more exciting.
Or to make it short and sweet - he was teasing her.
"Hmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm! Hm hm hmmm mhhhh! Hm mhh hm mmhhhh hm mmh mmhhhhh hm hm hm hm hm...." Just what could these words mean? What was he thinking? "Ah! I got it!" he declared with a dreadful pause, almost like the strike of a lightning bolt. But it came now, the revelation. The truth laid bare!
"If it's you two, yours wins by a longshot. It's just perfectly bubbly, perky and all the sweet stuff. But if we're talking overall... I've got to say, I'm sorry."
His tone was as serious as it got, almost like he was delivering some harrowing news. "My buns beat yours, there's just no comparison." He pushed his hip to the side, just to accentuate it even further with gusto.