Marque's cat-like ears perk up hearing that his and his brothers' father Beast King was interrupted during his feast. He knew the ramifications of disturbing his morbidly obese father when he was eating. He flinched, already knowing what was coming next. This wretched soul was bound to be attacked and added to his father's dinner. He then decided to try and speak up on behalf of the stranger.

"Father, perhaps we should let this one go. I don't think they'd taste very good to you."

He tries amidst the spittle flying from his father's flabby jowl. He moves back to avoid getting splashed with Beast King's slobber.