Her words were a shock to Marcel, as he had not any recollection of what that may be like. Not anyone else had ever said something so similar besides a certain girl many, many decades ago. Marcel was unsure, and his mind was sent into a tailspin. Despite his cold attitude just moments before, he managed to keep that side of him away under lock and key for the most part. In fact, he only really felt like he made the choice to go back to the window... it was like a different person had been there in his place. Though, it might be natural for one to develop some form of mental illness if you are alive for so many years. Especially if you had spent that time doing things that would even make his "old friend" Vlad the Impaler wince.<br/><br/>He was more careful now that he heard her speak. His cautious behavior well deserved in his mind. 'Why would she say that... is it to gain my trust? to get where she needs to in the castle?...' he thought to himself, trying to figure her intentions out. He turned his head and looked at her, one arm now down by his side and the other lay against the bars as if he was leaning. |He tried looking up into her eyes, to try and understand her motives... but since the incident in the room, he has found it hard to, especially now for some reason."I apologize but I will not let you gain my friendship only to have you stab me in the back when you are long gone and safe, ready to tell the world where I am" he said unctuously. His artificial smile starting to wear thin in his mind. "What even are "friends" anyways. Nothing but people that stab you in the back when it suits them, and then return when they need to use you for assistance. I do not feel like ruining my peace here any further... not one bit."