Marcus watched her, eying her strangely when she just stood there gawking at him. He was almost tempted to look down and see if he'd forgotten to put pants on or some shite. There was this odd look on her face and for a moment, he thought she might throw up. Christ. If she threw up all over his leather sofa, he was going to fucking sell her as an experiment to the Unspeakables. He raised an eyebrow at the hair toss, unable to recall having her seen her do that before. Hell, if someone was fucking around with Polyjuice potion he was not impressed.
When she finally did start talking, a small frown worked it's way across his features as he did his best to follow along. "A poached pear jogged your memory?" he asked, dryly. Fuck. She was more obsessed with food than he thought. How was that even remotely possible? Of course, the second thought was why she hadn't bloody well brought said pear with her if she was going to stomp on over and stare at him all evening. Seemed like the proper thing to do.
Rolling her eyes at that thought, he was just about to turn back to the kitchen to grab another beer when she blurted out her final announcement, freezing him and drawing his attention back to her. It wasn't an unknown fact that he didn't handle emotional situations well. Immediately there was that awkward feeling of not knowing what to do with himself or how to respond. His first instinct was to return it with some biting comment about how significant those feelings were when they were so easily forgotten, but bit his tongue. Hard, in fact. He wouldn't at all be surprised if he tasted blood.
It was clear to almost everyone who had witnessed that damn game, saw that damn paper, or knew how much time he'd spent at that damn hospital that he had developed a certain connection with her as well, but there was no way in hell he was going to blurt that out. He was physically incapable of it, so he did the only thing he could do. "I'm ordering something to eat, what do you want?" It wasn't what anyone would have expected him to say and most people might have been offended at the very obvious change of topic, but that was his response none-the-less. Fucking Gryffindors talking about their emotions. It was bloody exhausting. "A poached pear, I'm assuming since once reminded you of the fact that I loved them and, yet, you still didn't bring it with you."