Prasad leaned away from Marcus, his eyes going a bit flat, not so very unlike an animal that had been backed into a corner. He didn’t like being this close to other people. Maybe it was the several hundred years he’d been known to spend locked in a fucking pendant that made him anti-social. Maybe it was just how he was. But he didn’t like his space being invaded and he really didn’t like that there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. He could sass Marcus all he wanted, say whatever came into his head as long as it didn’t get the man in trouble, but with him towering over him like this, he just had to stand there and take it. He couldn’t raise a hand to his master, not even to push him away. It sucked. There was no other way to describe it, it just plain sucked.
“No,” said at last, a great deal more calm in the hopes that it would get Marcus to back off. “I didn’t do this to Kessie.” Stupid name if anyone asked him, but no one did. He hated modern names, as a rule. They all sounded like gibberish to him. Sliding sideways away from the larger man, he walked across the room and scooped up the Iguana that was, apparently, someone important. “What is she, anyway? Girlfriend? Sister? Love slave?” he attempted, but with much less venom than before. He was most certainly not cowering. He was not a dog to be beaten, but he couldn’t remove the image of himself from his own mind. Dog he might not be, but he certainly resembled one, the way he slunk off with his tail between his legs. Carefully, unduly gentle...certainly more conscious of what he was doing that he’d ever been in front of Marcus before...he set Kessie inside the aquarium and closed the lid over top. At least the damn thing wouldn’t freeze to death on the floor now. Honesty, humans had no common sense about anything other than themselves, and sometimes not even then.