He listened while sipping on his coffee, Mark didn't exactly think this was going to end well, but then again when had<i>anything</i>in his life ended well? Granted some of his misfortune was self-inflicted, he could easilly have found something to do with his lofe that was constructive instead of destructive, but he had made his choices and for the most part was content with them.<br/><br/>When Claire called his life a shitshow Mark scrunched up his eyebrows as he glared at her. If he had the power to shoot lasers from his eyes he would have done it. It appeared this reporter wanted to push buttons and she was having remarkable success finding the right ones to either piss him off or motivate him. The food for example was a motivator, and a mighty damn fine one.<br/><br/>The waitress set their plates in front of them, and her face made it clear she had overheard bits and pieces and so she left without a word to leave them in peace. Before Mark responded at all he took a bite of the Denver omelette as the waitress came back and refilled both coffees spilling a couple of drops with her less than steady hands. The egg and peppers hit his mouth as he hummed in delight. The first sign of happiness he may have shown Claire thus far.<br/><br/>"Now that," he pointed to his food with his fork, "is a damn fine omelette." He took a swig of the black swil in his cup before continuing on. "If your opinion of me is so damn negative then why in the flying fuck are you here? Like the truth would be nice, career advancement? Boss making you? Want to get in good with Jesus? Honesty clearly suits you, so give me an honest answer."<br/><br/>Mark sat down his fork altogether, and spoke quieter, "I don't need your damn charity, buying me food is not necessary I got plenty from my playing days, so speak up or fuck off." His ego was bruised and he had clearly been insulted. Now Mark wanted to know what this fine woman was up to before he stormed out on her, which he was close to doing.