Alec knew exactly what Marek was getting at, and at one point, he would have felt threatened, but apparently, he was torn between amusement and something else. Instead of laughing at him, Alec met his gaze, abandoning a brightly-colored notebook to look at Marek, informing him calmly, "So would I."
He picked the original leather bound notebook up again, deciding that it seemed right, even though he was almost certain there was another just like it on his shelf. "I'm thinking you won't have anything to worry about, because if anyone hurt your sister," he emphasised the word "anyone", "I would be right there cheering you on." He paused, digging in his pocket momentarily to see if he had any change, and then smiled warmly at Marek. "Nice seeing you again," he said. "And good luck deciding on a quill. Pheasant is very nice, reliable, if that's what you're after." And then he turned, shaking his head at the absurdity of it all, poised to walk away.