The bronze haired boy was quite the opposite of Emmy. Those deep brown eyes have hardly seen a calendar in their immortal life time. The boy with brandished gold hair had certainly never labeled out his week, planned out goals, or anything of that sort. Marcelo much preferred a go with the flow attitude. After all, when you have forever, getting it all done doesn't really matter. At least, not to Marcelo. He simply goofed off and wandered around, taking in all the sights before him with that dark earthen gaze.

He was enjoying his time with her, the boy with locks like brandished gold was and a curve of a smile has found his face when she tries to act cool. Such a statement, and from a mortal too. Marcelo looks at her for a moment, studying her. Despite being immortal, he has seen so many human lives pass by, and weres and a handful of witches for that matter too, all while he has continued to stay young, youthful and bright, untouched by time. He has seen them whither and die, and for those that he had grown close too, all the time in the world had not even felt like enough. He leans slightly closer, and his brown eyes are almost serious for a moment. "Trust me," he says in tenor tones. "It is." He pauses once more, putting space back in between them and that impish gleam returning to his dark eyes. "Unless you live it right." Oh, Marcelo.

Marcelo holds her hand within his own as she slides her way out of the booth so this adventure can begin. "This is going to be great!" He says excitedly as he begins leading the way out of he bar. Marcelo has failed to mature past a sixteen year old in a lot of ways, and that youthful vigor was one. "I'm not an animal," he says in response to her raised eyebrow. Though, internally, he snickers at this statement, because Marcelo very much was an animal, even if he wasn't always on the outside.

Her horrified look on her face was truly worth any and everything today and he cannot help the boyish laughter that hits his lips. He then gives a shrug with a smirk on his face. "Fine, let your feet get burned, far be it from me to stop you," he chuckles before slipping his feet inside his shoes once more. He continues to lead the way to their transportation for the day and evening (oh yeah, he never mentioned that he plans on taking this agreement alll day). He moves to the side of his motorcycle, grinning like a child with the pony they had asked for for Christmas. Marcelo was quite proud of his bike, and it was one of his favorite modern advancements. Is it safe? He laughs once more. "Yeah, of course it's safe...and fast," he adds with a wink. Marcelo wasn't exactly one that was big on safety, being immortal and all, but he understood the cautions mortal often took and so he doesn't think her too silly.

He watches as she puts the helmet on over her head and he moves towards her. "Well, first, we make sure this neck strap is on correctly," he says before reaching underneath her chin and adjusting the strap so it sat tight, but not to tight upon her. "Now," he says excitedly pulling away and coming to the side of his bike. He throws one leg over the side and rests upon the seat, one foot on the ground and one kicking the kickstand and balancing the bike. He then turns the key in the ignition and the bike roars to life as he twists the gas once or twice. Marcelo then turns dark eyes to Emmy, speaking louder over the hum of the bike. "We ride," he says, giant smile on his face. Oh boys and their toys.