Marc-- is good at denying himself things, especially for Steven's sake. He doesn't have any intention of acting on impulses, on whatever thoughts roll around his head. Doing anything to break whatever trust they've got going? The idea turns his stomach. Maybe one day he'll slip up, but right now?

He's-- quite satisfied with where he is, face pressed in against Steven. There's a soft, amused huff pressed into his shoulder. "Alright, but... only one corgi, buddy. You know, I used to want a pet, growing up. Then it just felt too irresponsible."

Still is, really, even if they get out of here. They're barely healthy enough to look after themselves and a gold fish. But it's something-- less horrifying to share from his childhood, something that won't make Steven fidget uncomfortably or get upset, hopefully.