It was a strange situation, even looking at it from Marcus' point of view. He knew she realized what he'd been saying with his actions. Had she not, she wouldn't be standing where she was. It was strange how that didn't seem to bother her. He didn't care that she knew, he cared that she didn't bring it to the surface. He wasn't one for emotional and embarrassing scenes. He wasn't even sure he knew how to be open with affection anymore ... but she seemed to know that without him having to say it.
Hell, anyone else would have left in an angry fit had he responded to them as he had Katie and yet, there she was, smiling and acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. As though they did this everyday. Christ. He didn't think he'd ever been so glad she was bloody Katie Bell. He'd never admit it, but he'd missed the company and he'd certainly missed her lips. The fact that she seemed comfortable enough to help herself to the beer in the fridge earned her a raised eyebrow as he moved to dig out a parchment and a self-inking quill.
"As if I need an incentive," he muttered, scribbling out an order for two plates of Fish and Chips, two orders of poached pears (both for him, mind you), and a slice of chocolate fudge cheesecake for the chocolate fiend. He refused to think of how similar she and Adrian were. It was creepy. When he was finished, he whistled for Quill, his owl. He'd never been good at naming things and Quill seemed appropriate and easier to saw than parchment. A moment later, a large snowy Owl swooped in from the living room, perching on the edge of the counter and affectionately tugging at the string on Marcus' sweats. Tying the letter into place, he offered her a few treats from the drawer before cracking the window for her. It wasn't an uncommon thing for him to send an order through owl post to their restaurant of choice. They were quite used to it by now.