Marco nearly falls out of his chair as his feet get shoved; he's about to retaliate with a complaint, but even he can't miss that tone in York's voice. He wants to sulk about getting thrown out, but when Arthur's demeanor also makes it clear that Marco should scram, he sighs and trudges for the door.

"Okay, okay, I know when I'm not loved. I'll see you later, York." He holds up a fist for Arthur to bump. "Good luck in there, dude."