He knew of the family, sort of. They were pureblood to be sure but nothing too special because he had never been forced to mingle with them. Marcus knew more of the high society types, and a few of the ones that didn't seem to belong with their kind like the Fawcetts, Cornfoots and Moons. He definitely didn't know Ernie, though, so he shook his head.
"I just..." and now he wanted to say something fairly smooth. Something like, 'just wanted to be sure if I kissed you it wasn't going to be some bloke I may know coming after me' but it seemed a bit lame when he repeated in his head.