Marlix rushed to his room, fuming. He'd certainly get back at Rex, but he had to somehow make up for that awful first impression he made on the ladies. How on earth was he to win affection if he made such a ridiculous scene? He sighed deeply, trying to mentally recover from the embarrassment of the scene. He properly dressed himself in black pants, and changed his shirt to a button down, grabbing his best vest. He put a hand through his hair, staring in the mirror. "Make a good impression.Play it off. Don't let your temper get the best of you" He reminded aloud, walking back to the parlor slowly - not exactly wanting to go back, but no wanting Rex to continue to keep that grin on his face.