"Heh. Yeah, don't seem to be," Marcus replied, sounding amused, but his tone was pleased. She was not only breathing, but had introduced herself. It would have been a lie to say that his ego didn't swell just a bit at that. He was just that fucking good, clearly.
To further cement the fact that he wasn't one judge, however, he told her: "Mine either." Though that was a mild lie. He'd been enjoying himself on the boat thus far, if he were honest. The food was good, many of the people were hot... fuck, he even liked the damn show. But he wasn't about to enthuse about shit, certainly not when an opportunity for camaraderie presented itself. She already thought he was gay. He might as well be there against his will, as well. "I'm here for a friend. Fucker's getting married, and he's showing off for his bitch by dragging the whole fucking wedding party out here on this thing, just 'cause she likes that fucking show."
The snort after he said that was more derisive. Rob's grandiose gestures of affection and clumsy attempts to impress when he decided to try were kind of sad, as far as Marcus was concerned. Waste of fucking money, really, and he was sure that Rob probably hated the show, the boat, and the fucking tropics. The guy wouldn't even wear a pair of sandals, for fuck's sake.
"I'm Marcus," he said, realizing he hadn't given her his name yet, either. He doubted she was gonna look him up after this encounter, but it wasn't like it would hurt. He gave her a considering glance, since she'd admitted that cruises weren't really her thing. Either she was a real huge fan of supernatural soap operas, or she was here because of someone else. Friend, maybe, or family. Somehow, Marcus put his money on the later. No matter how much she might like watching devils and shit on television, she probably wouldn't willingly place herself on a boat full of strangers. Not if she was so prone to attacks. "Someone drag you on this trip, too?"