The lack of an answer said more, really, than any answer could have. It wasn't much of a surprise, considering he'd confessed to working against the Death Eaters, but Marek was curious now, about how Duke had even become a Death Eater in the first place. He supposed they had that in common, really; the desire to be a good guy, that was. The main reason why Marek acted like an asshole all the time these days was because he was so used to being treated that way.
He let Duke pull him in, but didn't kiss him yet, eyes flicking down to the other man's lips before meeting his gaze again. "You are aware," he said quietly, mouth just a hairsbreadth away from Duke's "That we have an audience, right?" He'd seen the stands behind the platform, with the scientists, and it seemed likely that Melinda was in there somewhere. Not that he would object to a snog right here, but since he'd planned on his appreciation involving getting them out of their wet clothes and sufficiently warmed up from the lake... "Do you have more heroics to do for this task, champion, or can I steal you away for a bit?"