He shrugged at her. Marcus was actually curious about who everyone liked to fuck. Sex was one of his favorite topics of conversation, as well as as an activity. Besides, it wasn't like there were better things to talk about these days. Sex was more uplifting than dead guys, be they the walking around sort or the sort buried beneath trees. The army thing was surprising to him. Taisce didn't seem like a ball-busting type, and he definitely harbored certain stereotypes about people in uniforms, himself. Normally, he didn't get along with military sorts, but it had probably helped that he hadn't known she was military before he'd started hanging out with her. There was also the fact that she wasn't a complete and total bitch.
That she wasn't into alpha dogs was just a relief. In fact, her entire description of her tastes pretty much ruled out the blond guy from the bar. Marcus couldn't see that guy letting anyone take lead in the relationship, let alone the woman. Though the thought of him being forced to do push-ups wasn't unpleasant.
At her stern, warning expression, he just laughed. "Heh, you never know, chica. Might change your mind. I'm here if you ever get curious, eh? I can cook and clean, fucking good, too."
He shook his head, still chuckling, and lifted the bottle to her in mock toast. "Glad I was wrong. Nothing worse than boring, Mami. Rather be dead than be that."