"2014?" His tone perfectly conveyed just how difficult it was for him to wrap his head around the idea. Not to mention that she was talking about magic and biblical seals. "But if it brought me here and it's meant to be keeping the devil in hell, where is he now?"
He nodded eagerly in agreement when she said he looked like her mother. "But don't you remember her? How long have you been here?" He had trouble sometimes remembering his own mothers face, and he had been only five when she had died. Had Marian really been here that long? Or the alternative, that was a less favourable thought. His expression sobered, but he didn't ask. If something had happened to Lady Katherine in his future, he did not want to know.
He sat beside her at the invite, but he laughed at what she said. "That's not true. He spoils you endlessly. Even if you are too little to know it." When he'd accepted she was Marian wasn't entirely certain, but somehow it felt right. When she mentioned his own parents, he shrugged, brushing it off in the same manner his older self did so often, not really wanting to talk about it. He was the Lord of Locksley now. He had to be strong the way his father always had been. The way he had always envied.