That was actually vaguely helpful. In the deep recesses of his brain, Marcus did know that reptiles needed to be kept in specialized housing. It was one of many reasons why he hadn't owned one, though as far as pet candidates went he thought they far out-classed dogs and cats. Certainly snakes wouldn't be out of the question for him, if one were to judge solely on his tattoos. But Marcus didn't own pets. Had never owned pets. Cleaning up after animals wasn't something he thought himself willing to do.
Neither was cleaning up after smart-ass demons, either. He stalked over to slam the fridge closed. Not necessarily hoping to crush the demon or somehow trap him inside of it (though he found both ideas attractive), but feeling the need to assert ownership over his domain. This was his place, that was his fucking food. His cousin had just turned into a fucking lizard.
"You need to check your fucking attitude, pendejo," Marcus growled, crowding in on the genie with no regard for personal space. It was clear that Prasad wasn't intimidated by him or frightened of physical violence, but that didn't mean that Marcus couldn't play the overly invasive card, as well. "I'm done with you flipping me shit. If you're in my fucking house, then my problems are your problems. Right now, we got a big fucking problem. Unless you want to split. I'd take that as a fucking favor. But you want to keep testing me, keep calling me 'master.' See where the fuck it gets you."
Marcus wasn't sure what he could do to him, or force him to do, but the sarcastic, nasty behavior had to be rooted in some sort of power imbalance. There was resentment there that outweighed the actual sin of driving a fucking trinket from Vegas to the Red Door. Hell, at first Marcus had been sympathetic about the whole deal. He'd had a half-assed theory that Prasad was a ghost trapped in the trinket, and that seemed like a shitty way to spend an afterlife. It was clear that the entity was ancient, and so that thought wasn't entirely misplaced. But not being the one who imprisoned the guy, and having not placed any demands on the genie whatsoever (beyond an angry "fuck off" when Prasad kept insisting on inhabiting the bedroom), the treatment was wearing awfully thing. Marcus didn't like the situation any more than the djinn. He didn't want roommates of any stripe, and he didn't like the guy any more than he was liked, himself.
But if there was a power imbalance, Marcus would find a way to exploit it just to get back at the fucker. He hadn't tried to do so, yet, but it was just a matter of time and asking the right questions of the right people to find out how. If he was going to keep getting cast in the role of monstrous master no matter what he did, he could very well start playing the part.
"You're fucking sure you didn't do this shit to Kessie?"