"You're talking like a Seer, or something," Marek remarked, amused. He only had the faintest idea of what she was talking about - something in her past coming back to haunt her, presumably - and wasn't going to guess at the details. He wasn't the type to push for information unless the Dark Lord had ordered him to, or unless it seemed absolutely necessary for some other reason. Neither of those things applied here. "Always hated getting my fortune done. So cryptic. But it's your fortune you're talking about, so that's alright."
He couldn't really tell if the aura of mystery about her was something she created on purpose, or if she was simply a secretive person. Maybe she only seemed that way from his perspective, it was difficult to tell. She definitely was some kind of complex mystery to him, though.
Then he swallowed quickly to keep from choking on his drink. "Feline corpses?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Oi, what'd a cat do to deserve the sword of justice?" He was still smiling a little, not sure if she was joking or not. He set his glass aside. "I would feel a little guilty being partially responsible for the death of a cat unless I know it had really deserved it."