Marcus was quite done with discussing Wood. If the moron suddenly died of smallpox, it wouldn't be soon enough. Marcus really had no patience for the guy and he was't about to sit here and have an entire conversation about how long it was going to take her to get over the stupid decision of sleeping with the idiot. He also wasn't all that keen about discussing how well they knew each other. Personally, he thought knowing each other beyond what was involved in their careers was the problem.
He rolled his eyes at her statement. Bloody Christ. This was the reason you didn't bother with Gryffindors. Time consuming and irritating. "No," he responded, dryly. "You went down that road with some moron you were, for whatever stupid reason, attached to and it didn't work out the way you'd wanted it to." If nothing else, Marcus had always been blunt. He didn't see the purpose of beating around the bush. "You're problem is assuming everything has to work out in some perfect little package with a bow."
Things weren't black and white. The shades of grey were the parts that made the world work to begin with. This wasn't the 1940's where good girls only ever slept with their husbands. Shit changed. Sex was what you made it. If you wanted to attach all that emotional romantic crap to it, then be prepared for the backlash. Marcus? He took it as a means to an end. They had certain urges and desires and it solved the problem. Hell, he had ventured down that road with Lexi and they were perfectly fine simply because they had understood each other. Neither one of them were looking for that white picket fence or some other ridiculous dream world.
He snorted at her final comment. "Alright," he shrugged, "do as you wish. If you want to keep circling the drain then by all means. Hasn't seemed to work out for you in the past, though."