"I wasn't defending you, I was criticizing him," Mark corrected mildly, watching the blond laughing. "I can't defend you, I barely know you."

The laughter, on the whole, slid off his back. Some insults could hit, but a pompous ass laughing at his words was like being congratulated on a job well done. Though it wasn't entirely true that he didn't feel a need to defend Sasuke, or rather Sasuke's ability to decide what he could or couldn't do. He might appear young, but appearances were deceiving, and Mark was sure from his movement that Sasuke knew how to fight and how to kill. As did Aidou, although that meant little to Mark at the moment.