It all happened so quickly, which left Susan with that disorientating feeling. Swallowing slightly, eyes finally opened when she felt solid ground once more. Eyes adjusted quickly to the dark alley as they made their way out and towards Rules. The blush on the hostess cheeks made Susan arch a finely sculpted brow. Marcus' appearance must make muggle women even more breathless, after all Susan knew it was magic that made him look so perfectly sculpted, but muggles didn't. Susan could only guess what was going through the hostess' mind as she guided them to their table. Was that a glare of envy she just gave Susan?
Taking a seat as Marcus pulled it out for her, Susan smiled. "Thank you." Glancing down at the menu which she was given, Susan didn't have to look at it long to know immediately what she wanted.
"Well," She looked up from the menu, head tilting slightly as green eyes studied Marcus at the opposite side of the table, "I certainly appreciate the exception you're making for me." She stated honestly. Susan came from a long bloodline of purebloods, notable ones at that. Most of them were killed off by Death Eaters for being Order members, but it never stopped Susan from being a muggle supporter. Of course, like any pureblood she wasn't the most knowledgeable when it came to muggles, but she didn't hate them.
The fact that Marcus was willing to come here despite not liking muggles spoke on so many levels for Susan. She felt happy that he was willing to push his prejudices aside for her. She knew better than to think that Marcus would somehow become a muggle ally, but this was a good start. Tolerating them for a meal at one of the best restaurants in London made her happy.