"You know what's so sexy about you, chica?" Marcus said, grinning widely, eyes sparkling as though he were mid-laugh. His expression had actually brightened when he'd mentioned feeding his tongue to rats, though the caveman accusations didn't get the same amount of joy. If Marcus had a dollar for every time he'd been accused of having to rape women, he could probably be hiding out from zombies on his very own private island. While rape wasn't on his personal list of accomplishments, he didn't feel the need to defend himself there. Sure, he didn't mind being rough, but he always let them come to him. That way they couldn't say they didn't want. Then again, if he had a dollar for every time someone he'd slept with had turned around and decided it had been a mistake, he'd be cruising his private island in a luxury yacht. But that was neither here nor there. He didn't want to shift focus to him.
It wasn't a stretch to assume that a violent, angry woman was lonely. But the phrasing she used, either, led him to believe he'd hit a point. "Heh. That personality. You must have a lot of friends, baby. No wonder you got no time to fuck with me, right? Too many other guys lined up. Bet the ladies fucking love you, too. Bet you get asked a lot of places."