Conchobar started to laugh at her reaction. It didn't speak highly of his character, he was losing his charm quickly. Usually, it tended to come out, his rotten core when his hackles were raised. He didn't generally appreciate women, not in the way they deserved unless they gave him a reason. At Marie's defense he stepped back, but only because at her pause she looked like she was ready for a fight. He liked that kind of spirit.
"Yes, I was, bad joke. I'm sorry." He even held a hand to his chest with a slight bow. If she gave the chance he'd raise that bar again. See how far she would take it or if she was worth just leaving alone.