His gaze moved to the door when the mouse turned to look. Even he expected Marcus to come through it at any moment. His attention then shifted back to her, and he listened --quietly and intently.
He had to admit that he couldn't see the nobleman cooking up a person and eating them. That just wasn't something that happened, was it? He also didn't want to attribute cannibalism with longevity. That was absurd! It was similar to claims of magical water that granted youth. That's all they were. Claims. Stories people told to make it seem as if death were something mortals could overcome.
They'll say they never heard of you. It was that phrase, and the couple proceeding it that would worry him the most. He didn't need to venture back into the tavern portion of the building to confirm that. The entire time they'd eaten, the others had done their best not to acknowledge Jon. It wasn't like he couldn't notice. Any time his gaze had even threatened to cross paths with that of another patron, the other would quickly look away.
He looked to the door again, the color threatening to drain from his face the moment Marcus came through it. He sat in silence for a moment, before speaking to her once more.
"There are plenty of people eating here, they could surely take down a threat if they wanted to, couldn't they? How could one man be so scary? Do they really let hearsay and rumors rule over them?" There was no reason to doubt what the mouse had told him. But there was no reason to believe her either. "How do I know you're not just trying to scare me?"
Though, he had to admit, she was doing a really great job at it.
"How'd you learn to talk anyhow?" That was probably the first question he should have asked her. Later was better than never.