"Yeah. Course." Anyway, Marc could have his pick of any lovely lady, gentleman, alien, robot, whatever on this cruise. He wouldn't want the clingy anxious ball he curls around every night to do much more than keep the bed warm. Especially when said bedwarmer has bizarre fantasies that belong in the fictional realm and doesn't know how ugly and awkward and painful things get in real life.

"We could go for a walk by the lake," Steven suggests before he's finished chewing. Marc can make those words out so he doesn't bother being overly polite like he would have at a date.

"Make it convenient for our killer to just off us and dump our bodies," he jokes morbidly once he's finished chewing. "Dip our toes in." He's not sure if Marc's developed a phobia or anything. It probably got abused out of him in the military. But Steven is veering on the side of caution. Besides, he's a terrible swimmer himself.