A soft sound had passed Tao's grinning lips. Marcus' rough act of using Tao's shirt to wipe his mouth had left the garment disheveled, exposing his hips and midriff. His left hand moved to touch at the wetness on his ear. A soft laugh...that was the sound, laughter. "...does it really bother you so much?" he managed through his amusement, "...bet you just want an excuse to beat somebody's face in." he added in a soft whisper. His gaze was averted from Marcus.