Harry goes very still for a moment, eying Raylan with an expression still carefully blank. It's not like he doesn't know the kind of stories that get around about him, but that doesn't mean being he appreciates having them thrown in his face like this.

"I don't work for Marcone." It's almost too even - he's trying for calm and reasonable, but he can't keep all of the annoyance out of his tone or off his face. "I'm a private detective, I work with the police, and I did not blow up that building."

A few of the patrons who know enough about Harry Dresden to be wary of the things that might happen when he gets annoyed are starting to look a little nervous... which is probably not helping his case with the marshal. Damn it.