Marcus actually wolf-whistled at the end of the performance. The man had moves. And as he made his way around the room, eyes stayed locked on him. He wouldn't get in the way of any other tips Damon might get, would just wait his turn until he finally got to him.
"Perfect, as always," he advised, slipping a bill in the side of Damon's thong as he came around. "I might have to buy a private dance."