Marcus supposed he had a certain type he was attracted to. He had am appreciation for leggy blondes, but he wasn't going to pass down a redhead or a brunette if the opportunity arose ... though, he had enough competition with Clint over the blondes, he usually just left the brunette's to Ade as he had more patience with drawing them in, while he just lost interest before the game was over.
Marcus bit back an amused smirk at her surprise. She had misunderstood what he was asking. He had meant to continue the taunting on her being nervous, but he didn't bother to explain himself. It ultimately made little difference to him how she took the comment as he knew there was no longer an opportunity for her to gracefully step back. Her pride wouldn't let her.
His eyes darkened instantly as her fingers hooked in his belt loops and drew him closer. There was just something about the action that lighted something within him. He didn't bother answering her question as it was really a stupid thing to ask him. Sex was just sex unless you made it more complicated than it really was. He'd learned a long time ago to keep it less than complicated. His fingers wrapped around her wrists, removing them from his belt loops as his lips returned to hers in another heated kiss.
Slipping his hands lower, his fingers bit briefly into the back of her thighs before he lifted her, guiding her legs to his waist. It was well beyond time to move this show along. It still felt strange to have Katie friggin' Bell in his apartment and even more so in his bedroom, but with those long legs wrapped around him it wasn't such a hardship to push those thoughts aside to grouch about later. Dropping her onto the bed, his followed her almost immediately, his larger frame moving over hers as their kiss was started all over again.