"S'late," Marcus admitted with a small shrug. If she said it was a good time, he wasn't going to apologize for coming in late. He wasn't the smiling sort, but he wasn't sneering or growling, either, his expression speculative as the gloves claimed his attention more than Tracey herself.
"Yeah?" He liked that, nodding to himself. "My equipment takes a beating when I get a chance to get in the air." A faint smirk, because yes, that was a double entendre inside his head, and also just because that's how he liked to play. He'd always been known for his physical style along with his strategy. "S'why I needed brooms that could hold up to it." He considered the gloves, and whether he ought to get a second pair. Isaac had his own bloody gloves, of course, but fuck, if Marc was setting up to have two of everything. With a faint grumble, he reached out a grabbed a second pair.
"Isaac said he saw the brooms last week." Marc glanced around, curious. "Everything done?"