( he almost remarks that his housekeeper — back in the day, when he'd been able to afford to keep nedda and samuels on payroll, when there'd be enough of steven present to offset the everything that marc brought into their lives — had been skilled enough with shotgun for when push came to shove.
but then jason makes a remark about the both of them being in the wrong line of work, and marc's eyebrows raise. mild in the way it takes shape, it's still disagreement, and marc cants his head. there may not be enough light to really see by, but there's enough, and he knows that look.
(it's why he wears white.)
quite abruptly, then, he drops the bit and says— )
Hardly. ( deliberate and certain. he raises a hand, empty, palm facing upwards, and then he gestures at himself. ) I'm a priest. ( it's a little too deadpan to be anything other than serious, but there's an edge of a challenge there, as if to say, go on, tell him he's not.
regardless, it doesn't linger. his attention shifts almost as immediately as he's spoken. he looks back towards the hallway, the direction the woman had scarpered in. it's an unvocalised point, his attention returning to jason a beat later as he says, )She'd probably disagree, too.
( he's not going to pretend that he thinks that jason is really in health and safety: quite clearly, he's in the business of this — or at least, something adjacent. not an avengers type, which as far as marc's particular inclinations and methodologies go, is probably a positive, but beyond that—.
mm.
he settles on adding, ) Spector. ( because he's not mr. knight, not here, not now — and he knows just how much 'spector' and 'spectre' sound alike.
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but then jason makes a remark about the both of them being in the wrong line of work, and marc's eyebrows raise. mild in the way it takes shape, it's still disagreement, and marc cants his head. there may not be enough light to really see by, but there's enough, and he knows that look.
(it's why he wears white.)
quite abruptly, then, he drops the bit and says— )
Hardly. ( deliberate and certain. he raises a hand, empty, palm facing upwards, and then he gestures at himself. ) I'm a priest. ( it's a little too deadpan to be anything other than serious, but there's an edge of a challenge there, as if to say, go on, tell him he's not.
regardless, it doesn't linger. his attention shifts almost as immediately as he's spoken. he looks back towards the hallway, the direction the woman had scarpered in. it's an unvocalised point, his attention returning to jason a beat later as he says, ) She'd probably disagree, too.
( he's not going to pretend that he thinks that jason is really in health and safety: quite clearly, he's in the business of this — or at least, something adjacent. not an avengers type, which as far as marc's particular inclinations and methodologies go, is probably a positive, but beyond that—.
mm.
he settles on adding, ) Spector. ( because he's not mr. knight, not here, not now — and he knows just how much 'spector' and 'spectre' sound alike.
a little joke, all for himself. )