Marcus gave her a look. "Just because you're gay n'I'm bent doesn't mean we have to sit around and talk about it. S'just sex. S'just about who the fuck you want to fuck, yeah?" Which wasn't true, which was where the whole fucking problem came into it.
He rolled his eyes at her description. "I've read enough, I know how the fuck conception works. Don't need the details, pretty sure I can imagine it." And he could, and he wasn't sure that would've been any better, although he wouldn't have minded the part about collecting and bloody fuck what the fuck was he thinking about here? He glared at her, because it was her fucking fault he had Isaac on the mind now.
"Talking's a girl thing," he pointed out. "What the fuck is there to talk about, anyroad?"