"Hmm I said he had fight in him, not intelligence." He wrapped an arm around his waist and stepped into him. Fingers dug into his neck just a bit more and he let his head fall to the side to allow him more access. "My fault is it? I seem to remember you picking quite a few fights yourself." He was not planning on letting him live down the redecorating he had to do with the human gore bag he brought into his home. He glanced to the boy then shrugged. "It depends on how hard Marcus hit him I suppose. I swear I only knocked him unconscious. Not even a punishment for backhanding me. He's secure, he's not going anywhere. And you, are over dressed, little wolf."