Marcus was about as unconcerned with how much attention he was giving her legs as he was about Wood's next hissy fit. "You underestimate my appreciation," he responded, finishing off his whiskey and setting the empty glass back down on the bar. Standing from his stool, he shifted to place himself directly in front of her, his hands guiding her knees apart enough that they rested on either side of him. If they had to be here, they may as well make things interesting. He could already hear Dobbs reprimanding him, which did nothing to smoother his devious smirk.
Leaning forward, calloused fingers brushing a teasing path over warm skin, his lips brushed her ear as he spoke, "I've had them wrapped around me, remember. I can assure you I have all sorts of plans for them if you can handle them." It was strange how tempted he was to lean forward that tiny bit more and press his lips to the smooth skin he knew was just out of his reach. For a moment, he thought he might give in, before he caught himself and drew back, the hand at her knee moving to catch her wrist and drawing her off her stool.
"Come on then, Cinderella," he smirked, his tone returning to the usual challenge that existed between them, "we might as well give them something to talk about before you turn back into your boyish self." Knowing her well enough, he didn't give her the chance to pull away, instead drawing her to him leaving her to just accept the dance or cause an even bigger scene. "And they say sportsmanship is lost between the teams."