"I am!" He tilts his chin up, feeling like he's being given some hero's greeting. It honestly gives him a bit of the chuckles, but he's able to keep from laughing in her face. Really, just how broken is this pretty that she greets him so warmly?

"It is, indeed. I promised to get you nice red dress and I delivered. Am I not some god among men?" Is he? Absolutely not. Nero continues with his unpleasant smiling as she seems to be floored with the gift of a dress. He also continues to think that Marius is a fuckface who only did "good" as he saw fit, and didn't think to do "good" for the people around him. Which is, well, just how people are sometimes.

"Hm?" His head tilts as she takes his hand and starts to follow. The idea of helping her dress and being allowed to help clean up that dirty face with something equally dirty, is appealing. But they only have a finite amount of time.

"Sweetie. As much as I'd love to take you up on our promise, we don't want to get trapped here, do we?" He lifts her hand up to kiss the knuckles, not minding how it might taste against his lips. "Quickies are fun, but I also like to take my time."