The whole while she was speaking to him, Marcel had felt he needed to keep an eye on her. Every move she made during her time speaking, he made sure to watch intently. When she got her point to him across, he touched the wall to his right with a few of his finger tips almost like he was slightly bracing himself. After a moment, he closed his eyes and laughed to himself silently for a few moments. "So, that it?-- you want to ask me some questions" he said while pushing himself away from the wall. Marcel was quick to regain his composure, and when he did he looked toward her with a complacent expression on his face, as though his laughing fit had not even occurred.<br/><br/>"It seems you are more dangerous than I thought... You actually gave me the feeling of unease, and I felt maybe even threatened for a moment, though now I must wonder to myself why such a thing had bothered me at all" he said quietly. Marcel adjusted his jaw and made a gesture toward her. "Ask away My Missie, if it is something I don't mind telling you, you will learn of it," he said, "I believe that feast you gave me earlier is worth a good six questions. So make them count..."