Marcus watched as she straightened up, completely amused by the whole thing. It was even amusing how she didn't bother fixing her hair after he'd messed it up. "You might want to try a bit harder than that, Davis," he stated. "Don't need my reputation being hit for being seen with a slob," he said, only half joking. Though really, she could put in a little effort, couldn't she? Maybe he was just getting spoiled by the insane amounts of efforts that the groupies put in though....
He listened to her little monologue of self pity as she spoke, albeit sarcastically, about how tragic her life was. Taking the seat across from her, he lazily crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, you do do the outcast thing so well. Stick with it. It suits you," he responded somewhat dryly before raising his hand to call over one of the barmaids. He could tell he was going to need insane amounts of alcohol to get through this. Why did she even want to hang out with him again? He was a Death Eater. Seemed like he should have been one of her last choices. "So other than, you know, all of that," he said, motioning to all of her, "how've you been?"