[ he's prepared to gently encourage the other man's agreement with pheromones if necessary, but it turns out there's no need. just having a mutant show up at random on your temporary doorstep is apparently tempting enough--hah--to make marcus put off his bedtime a little longer.

the request earns a flirtatious smile, fingers brushing the ex-priest's as he accepts the flask. ] Plying me with drinks already? Why Mr. Keane. [ he salutes him with the flask, then takes a drink from it, handing it back and thumbing up an escaped drop of water from the corner of his mouth. ] I did hear you were on downstairs' shit-list.

[ he "heard" it the same way he saw the exorcism footage, by being very good at what he does. people may have died. considering the sorts of people they were, though, nothing of value to the planet was lost.

he jerks his chin slightly toward the diner across the street. ] Think that place serves decent coffee, at least?