"M'not telling." Truth be told, if he said anything, then he'd take shite for spending time with a half-Muggle girl, too, and Marcus didn't want to deal with that shite. He shrugged. "Don't know Muggles. Don't care. M'not going to fuck 'em, and m'not going to have babies with them. But I don't want to kill 'em either. S'good if you like 'em. You ought to go out then, meet Muggles here. There're an awful lot of them out there." Including in this club, it occurred to him.
He twisted around, frowning as he considered the gyrating bodies on the dance floor. "Her." He jabbed his finger at a girl who he thought might be a dyke. Not that he had any reason to think it, but it was just a hunch. "Go dance with her."