Huh? Oh. Shit. Marc smiled back; it also didn't quite reach his eyes, and it really didn't look like Steven smiling either. Steven's smiles were either hesitant little shy things, or wide and happy grins. Marc's smiles were neither of those.
"This place is all kinds of weird, yeah," he replied, since there was no point in even trying to pretend to be Steven any more. His British accent was shit anyway, so he just used his own Chicago accent. He said nothing about the chicken sandwich.