Marcus couldn't argue with that. Granted, a lot of those times her being out of the game usually was a benefit for him. It just so happened this time it was a bloody thorn in his damn side. One that he couldn't quite seem to dig out. He could appreciate the fearless quality, but it usually helped when said fearlessness was actually combined with a working range of physical movement. Fat lot of good she was sitting on the side lines. He was quite ready to have her back in the air. "I bloody hope so."
Marcus, if he was honest, didn't really care what was going on between Dobbs and Adrian. He still thought it strange that the guy was spending so much time with a Muggleborn. They'd all grown up in the same sort of family. Involving oneself with a Muggleborn was a no-no. Perhaps it was suppressed rebellion. Something he'd never really been able to let out in his younger years and it was finding ways of creeping out now. Whatever it was, it was weird. Either way, he didn't spend too much time thinking on it once the blonde had found her way into his lap. This was why he liked Bletchley's. So easy.
Adrian rolled his eyes at his cousin. "As much as I appreciate your help, Ladies, I prefer to pour my own drinks. Marcus, however, will be more than happy to entertain you." He maintained his disinterest until the brunette behind him, moved to join her blonde counterpart at Marcus' chair. "Besides, I don't need to be cheered up. I'm pretty sure one isn't suppose to need such things when they find out they're going to be a Father." Perhaps there was a touch of bitterness in his tone, but it stemmed from his own disappointment in himself and the fact that he had not gone about this properly, more for Emma then for himself. Sure, there would be repercussions for him, but he was head of the family already and sole owner of his company. There was no one to tell him he couldn't. Emma, however, had many more people breathing down her neck.