Touching down a few moments after her, Marcus raised an amused eyebrow as she sprawled out in the grass. Any snow that might have been there was magically taken care of by the charms on the pitch, leaving her quite capable of partially stripping and finding the cool grass. "What can I say?" he asked, staring down at her, "I like watching you work for it." As for her appearance, he really didn't notice whether it was awful. It was how everyone looked after a hard practice. He was used to the sight by this point and he was sure he didn't look much better.
He stood above her, smirking slightly as he watched her stretch out. At her question, he shook his head. "Nothing. I'll be right back." Turning away from her, he apparated off the pitch. As could be expected, he was rather hungry after a good work out, which meant Katie was likely ravenous. Lucky for her, he'd planned ahead and ordered pizza prior to the practice. Normally, they'd just go out and grab something to eat, but there was no way he was going to show up at a restaurant on Valentine's day. Oh no, he was going to avoid that shit all together, so Pizza it was. It wasn't steak, but it'd do.
Returning to where Katie was still sprawled out in her sports bra, Marcus snorted and handed her the pizza. It was a risk, he had to admit, handing it to her without first taking a slice, but it was Valentine's day. He'd take the risk just this once. "I want at least one slice," he joked, removing his jersey and leaving him in a thinner white t-shirt. When it came to Pizza, Marcus wasn't picky. It was one of those things that were good no matter what you put on it. So, to make things easier, he just ordered everything that Katie normally had on hers. Watching people pick shit off their pizza irritated him.