"Yeah. Pretty sure." Now she was laughing at him. Just great. She knew how uncomfortable he got in formal robes so could she honestly imagine him in a toga? Oh, his mother would just love that, though. She'd be thrilled.
Thinking of his mother, Marcus pulled open the nearest cupboard. And there was the butterdish. Evidently, she'd had her thoughts elsewhere and simply put it in the cupboard as though it belonged there. "Well, I like the sound of you in something slinky," he agreed, finding a butterknife far more easily than the butter itself.