After finishing his piece of cake and wiping his face with his handkerchief, Marcus lent back in the chair and propped his feet up onto the desk, gave his stomach a pat and then placed his hands behind his head.

He almost raised his hand and was going to ask if there was anymore cake? But he noticed the old man giving him a look, so he refrained from doing so. Instead he inclined his head towards Kazi before tilting the chair back onto two legs and rocking back and forth. Was he taunting the old coot? Hmm...he might be.