Marcus could help but chuckle when she immediately pulled her foot back. It was beyond entertaining. He would have laughed harder had she bothered to share the possibility of dating a bookworm. Merlin. He would have gotten a kick out of picturing her standing beside someone like Percy Weasley. Bloody hilarious that would have been. No, it was quite clear to everyone that Katie Bell had a type and it wasn't some scrawny little bookworm with a vocabulary bigger than they were. She was neck deep in Quidditch. One simply didn't walk away from that.
When her foot returned, he raised an eyebrow once again. That certainly hadn't been the route he had expected her to take. More often than not, she bristled under his taunting. A reaction he had grown rather fond of. Not, of course, saying that he wasn't keen on this new one. At her comment, he shrugged, "Technically there's nothing stopping you," he shrugged, taunting her, but knowing she wouldn't lower the bar in public, "besides, if that's what you wanted, you really wasted the opportunity when you demanded steak."
There had been plenty of missed opportunities, he supposed, but he was just cocky enough to full believe that one day he'd get what he wanted. Plain and simple. She couldn't resist, forever. With past errors like Oliver Wood. Hell, Marcus was impressed she was still even remotely interested in men. Wasn't that shit bad enough to drive them to the same sex? If there hadn't been a study as of yet, it was well overdue. Get some warning out there.