"See, hombre? Picking up a new fucking language already," Marcus told Griff almost proudly with another laugh. He didn't clarify his sentence, but it was at least affirmation. It had been promised that he'd teach, but he couldn't remember if he'd promised to be a particularly good teacher.
Watching the man struggle triggered the nurse in him. That was confirmation of injuries. Reminder that this was a person who shouldn't be moving about too much. Marcus took a step closer to his chair and held out both hands; one closer for Griff to grip and use as leverage, leaving his other free to help steady the man as needed. "I got you, mijo, if you drop that fucking old shit. Bet you're fucking younger than I am."
After getting Griff to his feet, Marcus let go, but he stayed close just in case any of that stiffness was going to make walking difficult. Slow was fine. Stumbling was fine. But a fall was not going to happen on his watch.
"Better be a fucking tearaway," he shot back at her, grinning. "Or this guy might not be up for it. I don't like to work without a proper fucking stage..." He began, but then reconsidered his requirements. "Eh, maybe for brownies. Come hit me up, you girls get bored with each other's pussy."