Katie's eyes widened slightly, instantly jerking her foot away. She hadn't realized she was doing it and her cheeks turned a slight pink. Merlin. That smirk. It shouldn't be sexy. It shouldn't but damn. It was. She sort of hated him for that. Ugh. It was obnoxious. She had this ridiculous need to be attracted to Quidditch captains who were overly cocky and far too full of themselves. It was awful, really. She had a type and she sort of hated it. Maybe she needed a new type. A bookworm. But as Marcus stared at her over his glass, her body heated and that was ridiculously annoying. A look shouldn't be such a bloody turn on.
She could admit to it being an accident but, instead, she took a chance. One she shouldn't because potentially shagging the captain of her National's team wasn't the greatest idea. After all, she'd been down that road and she and Oliver were barely recovering. Well, he was recovering better than she was. So, being Katie, she did the stupid thing, she slid her foot up and down his leg, a slightly amused smile on her face.
"I have my moments," she said, saracastically. She'd been the one to initiate their last round of playful bantering and she might as well initiate this one. "Besides," she said, glancing around and lowering her voice. "It's not like I can snog you in this restaurant." Her eyes sparkled as she took another drink. Really, she had to stop hanging out with him. It was bad for her health. And she still hadn't slept with him.