Marcus looked at her incredulously. "Are you mental? Gingers are the least attractive people on the planet, especially the men." He was sure there was no truer statement than that. Hell, the three of them (Clint, Adrian, & himself) didn't even touch them. Sure, there was that one time Clint thought he might like a redhead or two, but he'd grown a brain and realized how stupid that was and moved on. He could give Clint a break as from time to time a hot looking redhead would pop out of the wood work. There was no such thing as an attractive male ginger. None. It was literally the worst of all human genetics all rolled up into one. "No wonder your sex life sucks," he muttered, shaking his head.
Speaking briefly with the maitre d', he arranged for his usual table, unconcerned with their appearance. That was the great thing about having money and being famous. Some rules just didn't apply. He snorted at her comment. "Maybe then you'll be fun," he shrugged, amused by the idea of her being the most hated witch in Quidditch. The truth about life was that no matter how much the world appreciated the "Good Boys", they had just as much if not more attraction for a "Bad boy" and he had that in spades.
Reaching their table, Marcus found his spot and ordered his usual glace of Ogden's finest, letting Katie order whatever the hell she wanted. He wasn't really all that fussed. Glancing around, he took in some of the dirty looks she was getting and chuckled. "I think some of them might," he responded, eyeing a darker, cloaked figure in the far corner who was currently cutting that looked to be a raw steak into small pieces.
Shrugging out of his coat, he ignored the menus placed in front of them. He only ever ordered one thing when he was here and he wasn't feeling all that adventurous today. "On the plus side, they have a variety of different steaks. I don't suggest the Hyppogryff. It's a bit gamey." With that he offered her a wink over the rim of his glass.