He was always grateful for Morgan's patience, particularly when explaining human customs he wasn't familiar with. Markus cocked his head to one side and listened, starting to understand the behaviour of his students as he understood the festival. "It doesn't sound ridiculous," he said with a shake of his head. He'd learned to value feelings over the last six months and knew they couldn't always be pinned down in reason. "I think I understand," though he would no doubt ruminate on what he'd learned and have more questions for her. "Will we get to spend time together?" he asked softly, "because you're my family. You, Connor and Alice," he said looking at his feet for a moment. "I'd like to learn about Christmas from you first hand."
Markus frowned but gave a small nod. "I know I didn't choose to come here, but wanting to stay too much does sometimes feel like a betrayal of them," he said knowing Morgan would understand. Neither of them wanted to leave here, they'd built something beautiful in this world and it spread far beyond the two of them. He smiled when she talked about Carl and said, "I can introduce you to him, in a manner of speaking." Markus had videos and images of his art stored to his memory banks and could play her those moments so she could learn more about his mentor. "I'd like you to know him more."
If Morgan didn't want to ride up front he wouldn't force her, but they were a partnership and Markus wanted her to feel the power he did in Moriarty. "I like you holding me too," he said with a low chuckle, loving the feeling of her moulded against him. "I didn't know cities could look this old," Markus said with breathless fascination as they passed through the town. "It really is like another world." He steered them through the tiny streets until they came to the open square and he parked up and killed the engine. "This part seems more modern," the mix of old and new would take some getting used to.