Marian simply let it drop. It was time to stop looking back, if there was nothing that could be done to change it, then there was no point. "I will offer you a bit of advice, if you don't already know it, don't ever tell a headstrong woman you forbid her to do anything. She is most like to do exactly what you don't want, or worse." Something she hoped Robin and Guy learned, though they hadn't before she'd come, and most like hadn't learned it here yet.
"Perhaps in the same reality that they parade about as cows?" She teased. Though she was fairly sure they had to exist somewhere. The legend came from someplace. Right?
Oh Marian thought they suited him quite well too, but not if he wished to parade around as a woman. "Second..." she looked him over again. While her eyes caught onto his lips she took a different route. "Your hips are to narrow. Some gowns could hide that, if you add cushion but..." She trailed of with a grin. "You would also have to shave. And it would be a shame to lose the..." While she wanted to caress his sideburns she didn't, her fingers rubbed over her own cheeks. Why were they talking about him as a woman?
She moved around to sit beside him, stretching her legs out so that the curve of her healed tennis shoes rested against the table. "You've avoided the hallucinations so far?" It was a bit of a question, but it was almost a statement.