"Is everything okay?" he asked initially. Astoria rarely just showed up at his place. Actually, she never did. Maybe something happened with Clint or the baby and Marcus suddenly felt a small flare of panic. Clint would only let Astoria go out alone if it was important, right? So it had to be. But then she was apologizing at least a hundred times and his panic settled. If there had been something wrong, surely she would have gotten to it already, right?
"It's not that late," he said, slightly amused. "And you, of all people, should know not to trust the papers when it comes to my personal life." The whole world probably thought he was out right now because that's what the press liked to make everyone believe. And while yes, he did have the occasional night out, it wasn't with any sort of regularity. "Would you like me to set that somewhere?" he asked as he motioned towards her purse that she seemed to be clutching to her as if it was a matter of life or death.
He tried not to laugh or roll his eyes while she talked. She was always so unsure of everything and he honestly had no idea why. Why wouldn't he want her there? She was always welcome. His work could wait. "You were thinking about me, huh?" he asked playfully, raising his brows suggestively. For a second, it crossed his mind that he should probably go put a shirt on or something. But...why? "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked. "Unless you weren't planning on sticking around. I'm sure you have loads of other people to go apologize to for nothing," he said with a smirk.