"That's what. Well. Somebody else thought, too." He taps his temple a little with his free hand; there might be people in earshot, but not in their eyeline.

And Steven hadn't even gone there, at least not that fast, but then, Marc would probably say that's what he's there for, to be the trusting one. He smiles some, himself, though it's a little more sober than before. "Guess you two think a lot alike."