If Guy were honest with himself he hardly expected Marian to be the one behind the door. And though he didn't show it, as his pride and dignity were still wounded, he was pleased that she had come to him, for a change. Part of him couldn't help but think this was some sort of ruse, something was wrong, or there was something she wanted.
Crossing his arms he leaned against the door frame. "Why?" It was a simple enough question, surely she couldn't blame him for his skepticism. She had hardly ever come to him if there wasn't something she wanted. Marian wasn't the sort of woman to swallow her pride for no reason.