He wasn't even inside the apartment when he started pulling off a shoe, glancing up at Desmond with a smirk. Marc hopped in behind him, kicking the door shut and pulled the other off to chuck aside. Maybe only the slightest bit eager and for that he'd blame the human.
Nodding towards Desmond, Marc raised his brow and shucked the sweater he'd had on. "Clothing's in the way, you know. Get on it."