People thought Marcus was really slow. Or simply, stupid. With troll blood, even. Probably because he didn't talk much. The truth was, he was not the brightest person around, but he wasn't stupid.
He knew what Wood was laughing at very well. He knew that the other was practically calling him weak now. And Marcus wasn't weak, and he knew how to show it.
He reached forward, grabbing Wood by his throat as he got up at the same time, pushing the chair away. He leaned close to the other, their faces barely inches away as he tightened his hand around the other's neck. This didn't hurt that much, not yet, this was about dominance - which Marcus, standing above Wood with his hand around Oliver's neck, had for now.
"I have no weaknesses," he repeated, hissing the words almost... almost like a snake, drawing the last "s" in the word a little longer than usually. Then he let go of Wood, using force to push him away from his face. He straightened up again.