My heart belongs to three people and only three people. [well he loves all his nakama, truly. But a heart is somewhat more intimate than that] It used to be just two, but some asshole stole it.

[He lightly pets a tail feather that is trailing down his shoulder and then holds up another bit of orange so Marco will only have to open his beak to get it]

I know you prefer fruit, babe. [which explained Grell. Who was like a lemon if it had gone through hell first supposedly.]