"No, it's too far." Marcella was already completing the call for an uber on her phone. It wouldn't be far away. She stopped and waited for the car, hands in her pockets. "And not in these shoes. So, Guy of Gisborne, tell me, do you live alone? Or do you also suffer from having to deal with an inadequate lover?" She looked at him a moment, trying to decide if he was impressed with her or not. He'd followed her out, so he must be somewhat interested, but then by the way he'd been ogling her all evening she could hazard a guess as to what he might want from her. Men were all the same, immortal or not.