When the bed shifted slightly to indicate that Lex was no longer alone, he made quick work of folding his arms behind his head, fingers curled in needless possession around Blue's bottle cap. He could've just given it back. And, indeed, he probably should've done just that. Instead, he just felt warrantlessly pleased with himself. “Those in glass houses shouldn't throw bottle caps. Especially if they actually need the bottle caps,” he wisely spoke out of his ass.<br/><br/>Lex was almost feeling cheeky enough to recommend that Blue just distract him, since she was apparently quite good at it, but the sound running water tapered off and came to a halt entirely. Marcus was going to return to them soon, and the last thing that anyone needed was for Lex to spark another argument. He sighed dramatically as he held up the hand with the bottle cap, holding it with his palm to the ceiling. “You're lucky I'm so forgiving,” he jokingly warned her. “I don't normally take attacks on my honor so lightly.”<br/><br/>Eventually, as Lex had anticipated, he heard the soft tapping of bare feet on the cold, hard floor. “Enjoy your shower?” Lex asked.<br/><br/>“It was warm,” Marcus replied, as if that definitely confirmed it in the positive. “But it's about time to face to cold, don't you think? I'm ready to expose some nasty government secrets.”