"My fault," Marek said easily, holding his head up for the both of them. What really gave him confidence in these situations was his instinct to protect Melinda, the instinct that made him feel confident he was the older twin. Not that the stupid competition between them mattered right now. It didn't matter if he was scared or intimidated; if Melinda was, it was his job to protect her, against everything. He smiled pleasantly, standing beside Melinda with his Mark visible. "I insisted on coming. How have you been, grandfather?"