Marcus looked at him. "If you'd come in when I'd asked and not bitched about it, it wouldn't have been a problem. Didn't come here intending to fight." Which avoided the question entirely, but was honest at the same time. "You were on their list. M'trying to save folks who're getting hurt." He rolled his eyes because fuck if that didn't sound like some Gryffindor martyr hero complex.
His gaze drifted off, looking towards things he'd seen from the air but couldn't see any more from this angle. "You have sheep."