Marcus just shrugged, pulled from the retrospective into the present again. "Fuck if I know, cabrĂ³n. Heh. Wasn't trying to piss off either one of 'em. Didn't know they were fucking sisters, either, though that makes a kind of sense." Bitches of a feather, and all. Though he knew better than to say that outright. What'd you do was a simple enough question, but it had accusatory undertones. Marcus couldn't blame the guy for that, really. Given a choice between anybody's sister and Marcus, it probably wasn't going to have been the girl who'd done something. He gave the other man a wide, toothy smile. "Wasn't even talking to the fucking seamstress, but she got all offended, anyway. Maybe she don't like my language? Heh. Not the first fucking time something I said rubbed somebody the wrong way or got a pair of panties bunched up. Lot of people want to get righteous with me. Whatever they're into, I guess. Me vale madre. Don't mean shit to me."
One thing had irked him, though, and that was the implication that he'd somehow go after a child. It was why he even remembered that there was a kid, and how old the kid was. "Other one... Fuck, I made some joke or some shit, she wants to cut my dick off. Then she tells me not to go near her or her kid, like I was planning to do either. Wasn't fucking threatening either one. Didn't know she had a kid. She was the one that brought that shit up. Whatever problem that bitch has with people, I don't know, but I didn't do a fucking thing."