Marcus sat up. "I have friends. If you don't want to be my pet you can leave. I will find you a nice house and someone will bring you your things." He got up and walked over to his dresser, stripping on the way there. He didn't care who saw or not. He put on some pants and headed for the other side of the bed. "You can go to your room now." He didn't speak with a harsh tone or a tone at all. It was tired and lifeless.