Marcus' smirk disappeared from his face for a second when Wood mentioned that Marcus would need to practice. He caught the Quaffle with one hand easily, still clutching the broom in the other hand. He was never scared.
But then Wood continued, and suggested something that returned the smirk to Marcus' face - a bet. "Sure," he said, without any hesitation or thinking. He had no doubt he would win it - in one way or another. "What kind of bet?"