Like a beast

Marcus needed animal responses to proactively attack or resist attack. This was what differentiated the lads. Fight for fight’s sake, fearlessness and buckets of anger to keep going when others might give up.

The brains were a bonus for Marcus. A bonus that would keep the lad’s instincts pumping. He’d got lucky in that respect.

Being thoughtful and intelligent, Rufus quickly reverted to his earlier polite self. This was sensible, lest he scare the old man. However, to Marcus, the perverse prospect that at any moment Rufus might explode into a terrifying beast was exciting.

“He’s just what I need...”