[No, don't turn into a bird, birdbrain, there's less to touch that way, though the feathery blue flames threaten to take his breath away.]

Then jus' make me listen t' somethin' horrible, shit!

[Namur manages to tear himself away, just barely, long enough to lean forward and takes a few deep breaths. But the pull is too strong, his senses are still swimming and his heart is racing. Without realizing he's moving until he's already moved, Namur turns and wraps his arms around Marco, chest to chest, and bunts the side of his face against him again.]

Least put me where people ain't gonna get shitty ideas 'bout tryin' it theirselves, dumbass.