Marcus smiled at Patrick, keeping up the public persona even if he was very tempted, moreso than usual. "I am absolutely ready to leave," he nodded. "I do hate these things with a passion and I have extended my condolences." He really had wanted to light up a cigarette but that was bad form.
"Are you telling me that you have some free time?" he asked, looking out to the people for Tracey's watchful eyes. He didn't care particularly. In his younger years he would have waved. Still, she could make it uncomfortable, especially for Patrick.