"Divination." Marcus snorted, because it made so much fucking sense. More importantly, he could use that if he just did a little reading.
He scowled in general, not at Chambers and far more at himself as he sat there, regaining his stability and his control. He'd always had a temper, but he used to be far better at controlling it when he needed to. Fuck this. "S'easier to be traditional. Know what you need to do, do it. Don't want other shite. Just puts you in conflict with your family and shite." One shoulder lifted, and he dismissed it. "You know that." Because he figured Chambers did know all about that conflict as well as he did.