His comment about the problems in the months previous earned him a brief, dark look. After all, it hadn't been the Coven's fault that things had gone so terribly awry. Marcus would have been happy to point out that, at the worst of it, he had asked for extra help with the wards and been denied it. That was between Marc and the Ringmaster, though; he could have the argument again if he wished.
Instead of offering a retort, Elia turned her attention back to the costume pieces that she had splurged on – delicate 'playsuits' made from golden chains, things that would sparkle tantalizingly from the shadows during her acts. "I would offer you the bed," she drawled, raising her eyes once more – the look was full of wry suggestion, perhaps even something of a challenge. "But it's a bit covered up."
At least the witch had deigned to stay mostly dressed for their conversation, which was more than she usually did. Or perhaps that was just an excuse to enjoy new, expensive silk slacks and a lacy top.