"There is that," Marcus said with a small nod of his head, because the chance to beat Moon at anything was worth a little embarrassment, and at least he'd been able to mostly laugh it off. And it had been good publicity for the team, so he'd endured the interview and the pictures and the general annoyance that that entire debacle had been. He had to ignore the small, warm weight that settled in his stomach at the concept of being Roger's date to anything, and only the thought of the innumerable problems it would cause kept him from apologizing for having had to turn down that offer at the time. That, and that he actually had had a prior engagement anyway, and it would have been impolite to break those plans for something so frivolous. Shaking his head in amusement at Roger's comment about the reporter, because anyone who knew Oliver Wood in the slightest was aware that he was straighter than a ruler.
The smile he got twisted something in Marcus' gut, even as he answered with a chuckle, "Between those two, I don't think I have a preference."
"That woman needs to mind her own business," he managed to comment after a moment. Marcus couldn't bring himself to correct Roger's assumption about his preferences - he'd only ever admitted that out loud once, and shortly afterwards had found himself entrenched with the Death Eaters and the Mark on his arm. He didn't validate it either though, because he wasn't going to lie.
He did finally tense slightly at the feeling of Roger against his side, though he forced himself to relax with a slow exhale of breath. Out of habit, he tried to turn his head to look at Roger when he spoke, and wound up with a face full of the man's hair instead. Trying not to think about how good the younger man smelled, he answered, "The curry is good. The... movie," again, with his exacting pronunciation of a word he'd never used before, "is very... interesting." And confusing, though he thought he understood most of what was going on.