Bertolt hums softly in agreement to both Marco and Reiner's comments. At least he was right about part of that. When he feels someone - Marco - patting his chest, Bertolt clumsily reaches out to hold onto his wrist.

"S'not fair, Reiner's been hot since," he trails off for a few moments, shifting a bit so Reiner could have full access to his pockets. Maybe he was just after the wallet he insisted on carrying around?

When he remembers that he was in the middle of saying something, Bertolt rolls his head back to bump against the nearest arm (whether it's Marco's or Reiner's, he's not 100% sure). "Since... Forever. S'not fair. Everyone's hot. You're hot. Reiner's hot. The girl on the bottle's hot." Everyone in this damn compound was hot and it wasn't fair.