"<i>They</i>can be a bitch, huh?" he tucked his fist under his chin as he leaned on the arm of his chair still staring at him. "And what big teeth you have." The smile was a little less genuine but still playful.  "Are those acrylic or did you pay to get your teeth filed? Damn son. Balls."  Marcus wore olive drab harem pants that were tight around his calves, black Adidas with cut laces and a long sleeve dark grey henley. "So.. your name?"