[Ah, but alas, there was no mustache to be had. And any attempt to render himself mustachioed would be recognized by the man who was sitting right in front of him. He couldn't very well dash off and become mustachioed; that would be far too silly and completely out of character for the enigmatic man. He pulls his hat down low and speaks in quiet sentences.]
'Tis alright, my good man. And to answer your question I had... business... to attend to here.
[He was very well aware of how much bullshitting he was doing right now, but he knew Marcus probably wouldn't notice. He hoped. Otherwise, he may have to spring for that mustache after all.]