Kasey sighed and went quiet. His mind kept coming up with aggressive, hurtful barbs he could throw at Marion, and he knew that was the worst thing he could do. So he stood quietly by her, and fumed. After a large number of minutes passed, he reached over and entwined her hand with his, not looking at her, making it a wordless apology of sorts.<br/><br/>He impatiently waited for the next big auction, wondering how a half-hour could take so bloody long, and started running off the problems of buying each of the lesser auctions being listed. Some of them were even sapient and sexual, but somehow didn't appeal to him as much as the Catkin did, now. Nor as much as Marion did. His foot started tapping nervously, hoping that the Catkin would be the next auction - he felt certain that one of the other two would be the final, show-stopper auction, the unusual gem to keep the bidders there and waiting. And he, too, started wondering why she was up top, instead of one of the also-sold auctions.<br/><br/>He tried to avoid telegraphing his own intent, now that he was known as one of the big-ticket buyers, but couldn't help looking up at her, peeking up in curious puzzlement.