"Well.. I'm not, really," he muttered somewhat embarrassed to have to say that to her of all people. Usually he wore that prejudice proudly but the way she said that had him feeling odd about it. He gave her hand a warning squeeze before the apparation happened.
One minute they were in the apothecary, the next they were at the shadowed lip of an alleyway near Rules. Marcus glanced down at her to make sure she was okay before guiding them onto the sidewalk and toward their destination. He had, indeed, made a reservation and in person because the girl that greeted them remembered him at once and went pink in the cheeks.
"Reservations for Marcus Flint," he reminded her, but there was no need. She knew, so she guided them to a table near the back that was a bit further away from other patrons. Marcus pulled out Susan's chair for her and waited for her to sit before he took his seat.
"This is for you though," he said suddenly, picking up from the conversation before they left. "It's your birthday."