Marc's on the phone when Deniz comes home; he has his cold face on, which either means unpleasant business partners on the other end, or Roman’s father.

"That's regrettable, Mrs. Wagner, but I'm not interested in your moral judgement," Marc says coolly. His mother’s name stops Deniz in his tracks, confused. "And as for your son, well, that’s your loss." A smile chases the chill from Marc's expression when he looks up, spotting Deniz. "I happen to think he's great just the way he is."

Deniz can't help his silly grin at all. Marc still surprises him almost every day.