There was amusement all over his face as Mark watched the woman use the hose to clean up, he even chuckled as the water got sprayed all over her when she went to turn off the hose. It had provided him some humor for the day, and that in and of itself was amazing. He lead her inside his houseboat, some of it was clean, other parts littered with beer cans. The kitchen for the most part was kept in pretty good shape at least, Mark had a thing about being able to cook food without tripping over things.<br/><br/>"I like my steak cut up into cubes and mixed with some scrambled eggs." He instructed as he took a seat and watched the woman, who's name he still didn't know, get to work. There was an elegance to the way she cracked open the egg, he was never that smooth, especially now with his hands shaking on occasion. The wonderful aroma filled the room, and it made his stomach growl in anticipation of the wonderful food. As she sat it in front of him, he had gotten a plate for her to place it on and a fork for him to eat it with.<br/><br/>The delectable taste adorned his taste buds in fantastic fashion as a moan of pleasure escaped his lips at the wonderful taste. She had done a fine job making the simple meal. He listened to her question, nearly spitting his food out in the process. Still he took his time eating, making her wait in anticipation. He savored every bite and made it seem like he was dainty royalty.<br/><br/>"Reporters, always the same. Ignore what people say and just fire away the questions." She hadn't said what she was, but the question she asked was a dead giveaway. "I said I would hear out your crazy idea, I didn't agree to an interview. Now that I know you are here to write a story and not some crazy fan, hell I doubt you know a damn thing about sports. Do you even know how many records for a rookie quarterback I own? How many college records I broke, and still own? I bet you can't even name half of the thirty two teams in the NFL." He was on a roll, not giving the woman a chance to butt her way into the conversation yet as the words rolled off of his tongue with a hiss like a snake. "Hell you haven't even told me your name, you come here with your gifts, assuming they would work, thinking you would get a quick story, use me, gain some fame for yourself, draw attention to the poor broken drunk, and then cast me off into the shadows all for what, a promotion of some kind I assume. Well tell your boss no dice." He took a deep breath at that point, and gave her a chance to respond. He was in some ways keenly interested in how she would react to his hissing monologue.