Marcus had enough of his wits about him to be able to guide everyone through the Floo to the Falcon's Nest as it was listed on the Floo Network. Not the most imaginative of names, but that about summed him up. He was the last to step through and a lamp had already automagically illuminated the lounge. His decorating style tended towards the minimal, masculine in dark shades, but he had a surprisingly large number of history books on a sturdy bookcase that had once belonged to a grandparent.
The bedroom was upstairs, but he wasn't sure if that was where they were heading straight away (fuck, how could he be thinking that so calmly?). "Did someone say something about showing more skin?" he asked, lips curling into a smirk as he looked over at Daphne. She wasn't going to be shy, he was sure.