Marcus didn't really pay attention until Colin said that he had a place for his money. At that he smirked, picking a sugar quill from a shelf and putting it in his mouth. Maybe he should pay this place a little visit sometime, other than for work - well this work? He smirked at the thought.
'This bird, I bet she's a looker,' he grunted around the sugar quill. 'But she's a M-' he saw Matt give him a sharp look and went silent, suddenly annoyed at this work. If he didn't get to provoke the stinking Mudblood, then how was he going to get an excuse to clock the son of a bitch? He was sure the Mudblood would look much less attractive without his front teeth.