The man's almond shaped purple gaze trailed to Marcus, it seemed to take a moment for him to even register Marcus was there. "...they cut it..." he whispered softly, his voice had a slight rasp to it. Today he wore an oversize black turtleneck sweater and tight black and purple pinstripe skinny pants, with laceless combat boots. He made absently looked around, almost as if confused where he was, and sucked on his bottom lip making apparent the dull acrylic fangs he had.