If it wasn't for the fact that he quite enjoyed their conversation, Marcus would have asked why he told him that story. "Personally I'd not know how to tell if a dragon was male or female, so I can't even laugh at them. Quite a nice story though. Makes you sound like it's your babies name tattooed on your arm." He winked, this was more friendly teasing than anything harmful."So you've got two tattoos?" He looked him over again. "I would have expected a few more than that." He said. Marcus himself had two as well.
"Yeah, it's one of the better parts of the job." Actually, he liked pretty much everything about his job, maybe not annoying journos and their more than stupid questions. But bloody hell he didn't even mind the injuries, quite the contrary. Coming to think of it... "I bet it's pretty dangerous; working with dragons. They must have set you on fire at one point or another..." He could very well imagine that Charlie had at least as many scars as he did, just not from bludgers and scraps.
"I do have an owl though, not that it changes anything." HE did have quite a few plants at home,which tended to surprise his visitors. It was good for him they never asked any questions about that. "Fear for your life cause it could fry you any second? I'm sure it's much more exciting than a bludger, though. Charlie was making him curious about those damned dragons. It was incredible how contagious someone's excitement could be. Now he was wondering if him talking about Quidditch had the same effect on others.
"No it's more me being worried I'll keep you from making sure your students are fine. If they kill each other and you don't stop it, it ain't my fault." If that happened, it'd likely be a Slytherin hexing a Gryffindor and Marcus had to grin even more.