Marcus was quick to shake his head. A single solid shake, then moving on like he didn't just talk about murder fetishes. "Of myself. Like I said, movie magic." Not at all.
"There's a market for people who like extreme kinks, I'm sure you already know that." They were in Duplicity after all, it was impossible that blondie, Vash, would not know. "I'm extremely good at... creating my own death." Since what sort of films he made was public knowledge, Marcus didn't try to hide it.
Marcus laughed then, a sudden ugly laugh that was empty and hollow. If he would only be so lucky. "You worry too much, blond. Is it your style to worry about about every person you meet?"
"Really? No. Most people don't give a flying fuck. There's the police, which is their job to make sure things go right. Doesn't mean they care." Marcus' brows creased a little on his otherwise stoic expression. "Well, you shouldn't. And you don't have to. I'm always fine."
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