*grins* It's proof of how important you becoming arrogant is to me.

*smirks* and I'd ask you how exactly do you plan on stopping me, and Devlin would be watching with wide eyes and giggling a little.

Marik would have narrowed his eyes if he wasn't already bent over the table to being told to stop muttering, and at the question, he'd be tempted to snarl back 'fuck you' or something, but instead force himself to be quiet, stretching his arm out to curl his fingers over the other edge of the table, then twisting his head to hide his face against his arm and biting down on the flesh as he starts to slip in the second finger.