Marcus had a moment where he didn’t know how to react. So she wasn’t just staring at him out of wariness of his gender or of his dark elf features? Typically he would have just grinned and flirted, but he couldn’t imagine that going well. Not with her discomfort that she voiced earlier.<br/><br/>John was over on his stool packing away the healing supplied and after Blazil’s statement and the silence from Marcus he broke out into what was an odd mixture of hearty laughter and an elderly man’s cackle. “Marcus, you’ve frightened the girl with your extravagant good looks, ye devil. Put a shirt on before you seduce me.”<br/><br/>Marcus quickly swallowed the spoon full of stew that he had placed in his mouth and calmly replied with “Why don’t you let me borrow one of your’s? It will be fat enough to swim in and loose enough to not disturb this mess you’ve concocted for my arms.” This only caused John to laugh more and put a hand on the side of the cave wall so as to not fall off of his stool.<br/><br/>Without acknowledge what had to have been a hint towards jokes in the past, Marcus looked back at Blazil. “I can’t say I’m thrilled about earlier, but it was a defense. You were protecting yourself from me who was protecting your sister from you. Ultimately that means it’s TamLin’s fault.” He grinned slightly at the last sentence, knowing that TamLin would then glare at him, which she did. “It is an impressive defense. I would be interested in knowing how you managed it, if you would be willing to share that knowledge. But there aren’t hard feelings. The ultimate goal was to keep you from running off to the city and that was accomplished.”