As soon as Marcus grasped the mans hand he felt him tremor. Smiling to himself he fluidly let go of the mans hand. "Are you alright you look a bit, pale... are you sick or something, afraid of something?" Marcus asked knowingly. Letting it pass as to it not being his concern at the moment. Marcus was tempted to scare the poor fool even more. "Would you like to come with me for a drink, Sylvan and the others will take care of your car I promise..." Marcus asked the man, it was more of a commandment then a question though. Marcus new he had influence over this man, the man was scared of him and he had to know why. Although he had already assumed the answer.