"I do what I can," he shrugged, taking another drink of his whiskey in that familiar nonchalant way of his. Every movement just seemed to tell the world that it ran on his time and his time alone. There was little in the world save Quidditch that could get Marcus to haul ass. He did what he wanted and he did it at his own pace. Sure, he had expectations put on him just like everyone else but he really didn't care. He had his own expectations an those were the only ones he cared about.
He wasn't surprised by the admission. Wasn't surprised at all. This weird friendship between Lexi and Bell was bound to reach all sorts of strange and confusing levels. Hell, Marcus still didn't get it, but to each their own, he suppose. Might do Bell some good hanging out with someone smarter than the lot she was currently tagging along with. Merlin knew, they hadn't bothered to be of use yet. "We all carry a torch in the hopes she'll actually be a woman one of these days."
He laughed, shooting her a smirk over the comment about Clint. "Well," he smirked, this time it was him to take the initiative and lean a little closer. "This place is enough to make anyone drink, so perhaps I'll get lucky." Finishing off his whiskey, he chuckled, "every pun intended."