[Shakes his head and chuckles when Japan pulls away. There's the barest hint of carbohydrates, but blech... too much salt. It makes his blue flames feel a little haywire with the ocean resonance, but Marco can't say he dislikes it either.]

Then forgive me, but ah... [Undoes Japan's kimono and starts working nibbles and kisses around Japan's neck.] If you're going to put that tongue to use looking for salt, you should start a little lower. You'd be amazed how much salt the human body contains. Particularly... where it counts. [At that Marco undoes his own belt with a free hand while holding Japan steady in place and slips off his sandals. Damn it Japan, he's not sure how with the constant old man thing, but Marco's currently feeling a bit like a pedo for all this.]