Luag moved as Marcus moved, not at all surprised at the other man's speed considering that any dragonkeeper that assumed size and speed always went together was a dead dragonkeeper. Tossing his heavy sheepskin jacket at Marcus to distract the other man, he kept his wand pointed at Blake. "Ah'm gettin' the feelin' he's arsed off nae what Ah do," he grumbled. "Suspected o' what?"