They hadn't been out together often, but it had been often enough that Marion didn't make the mistake of thinking that he would open her door for her. Her husband wasn't prone to those little acts of chivalry that were so prized in the circles she was used to being a part of.<br/><br/>She listened, taking in everything he said, trying to find some way to get into his head and figure out what it was he really wanted. Unfortunately, he wasn't inclined to be much more communicative this time as any other. She was almost certain he was about to tell her<em>why</em>he was interested in that particular slave, but for whatever reason, he declined to share what that reason was.<br/><br/>Her head came up as she heard what she assumed must be the auctioneer, announcing the current high bid for something that must have been special to be going for that high a price. She had little time to consider, however, as her arm was grabbed and she was forced to keep up, thankful that her heels were modest and that her dress wasn't particularly tight. At that speed, she had no real time to look around, though she got a vague feeling that the crowd was definitely on the seedier side, and she was again thankful for his decision to arm himself, and again irritated that he didn't have a proper bodyguard trained to protect them both.