The difference between Marcus and Oliver was that all those qualities Marcus knew how to pull off. He was cocky cause he had a reason to be not because he thought he should be. He'd always been cocky and entitled but that had stemmed long before he'd had any success with Quidditch. It was just who he was and he carried it with ease, while Wood never could quite manage the same.
They were two very different people, he and Bell. She jumped in head first and worried about the consequences, while Marcus already knew which boundaries not to cross and made his choices based on what he wanted and he never concerned himself with public opinion. For everyone that disliked his attitude or the way he carried himself, there were two more who enjoyed it. Being the bad boy allowed him that luxury. The media could print what they wanted to and short of murder, it did nothing to harm his career or his fan base, which was exactly how he wanted it.
Dinner was pretty uneventful, minus of course, the sex noises Bell made every times he took a bit of her steak. He might have been turned on if it wasn't so bloody amusing. He was pretty sure he'd seen this advertisement before ... except with chocolate, but to each their own. He was just pleased that he hadn't ended up paying for the entire thing once again. It really had nothing to do with the cost and more to do with the uncomfortable association these things had to a date. He didn't date. Plain and simple.
While Knockturn seemed creepy to her, Marcus was right at home. He'd been coming here since he was small enough to tag along behind his parents. It lost it's creepy nature when you knew what was hiding in the dark corners. Glancing up toward Diagon Alley, he debated heading in that direction. He was sure it was packed with shoppers and he wasn't really interested in dealing with that.
His attention was distracted, however, at her comment about paying. Turning he head to glance back at her, snarky comment on the tip of his tongue, he found his mouth otherwise occupied as she kissed him. This was turning into a habit of hers and he wasn't entirely sure if he liked it. At least the fact that she kept taking the initiative rather than himself. He had no complaint about the kiss and responded to it the same as always. Snaking an arm around her waist, he drew her closer and deepened the kiss further, familiarizing himself with the taste of her once again.