It wasn't that she was against it. At least she didn't feel like she was against it. It was just odd. She wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of her friends dating. A random shag, sure, whatever, but this wasn't just a shag no matter what they said. If she was honest, it was likely the limbo they'd put themselves into that had set her off balance. She didn't know how to feel about it or how to classify them. Everything needed to be classified and they simply refused to allow for it, which was just ridiculous. Just because you didn't call it dating didn't mean it wasn't dating. If they'd just say they were dating, she could safely tuck them into the classification, wrap her mind around it, and be done with it ... but oh no, let's not do the logical thing.
Outside of her neurosis, she didn't have a problem with either one of them. Irritating as hell, some days, but that was beside the point. Clint did have a point, however, it was very difficult to see Marcus and Katie as a lasting couple. There was chemistry between them, one couldn't deny that ... not in the sense of the smooth draw to one another sort, but the mix the wrong chemicals together and blow up the room sort of chemistry.
Marcus rolled his eyes at their respective opinions. There were times and subject matters that he looked to them for their experience. If he had a question about a book or a broomstick, he'd ask Clint. If he had a question about wards or some absolutely random piece of trivia, he'd ask Lexi. He did not, however, look to them for advice on women. "I'll be sure to take that into consideration," he muttered dryly, signaling their server for his bill. He was not really all that interested in being the third wheel to their date.