Marcus realized as he pushed himself to standing that he was naked. Completely bare-arsed in front of a bird he didn't know. He grabbed a sheet, yanking it off the bed to wrap it around himself. "I didn't do shite to you. I don't even know who the fuck you are. And if you're here looking for Isaac, this is a shite way to do it. S'not even his fucking bedroom. S'mine."
It occurred to him two beats after he said it, that that was exactly not the thing to say. "Fuck," he muttered. "I need a fucking obliviator because you can't remember a fucking thing about this when I kick your skinny arse out."