Marc was honestly kind of impressed that she was able to turn his name into a whine. But that was the kind of thing that was right in Harley's wheelhouse so in a weird way it made Marc feel something in his chest he wasn't going to identify. Nice worked. Could whining be nice? Somehow with her it was.

"Gotcha," he murmured again, doing what he could to meet her where she was and maybe give a tiny bit extra to help get her there.