"Your father sounds like a..." Voice trailed off as she wasn't quite sure what to call him. "Like a... rather terrifying sort." The second half of that comment was muttered quickly, and instantly followed by a sip of her water. In comparison to her father, Marcus' father seemed like something nightmares were made of.
A bright smile curled on her lips at the mention of what her father might do to Marcus, Susan bit down on her bottom lip to suppress a giggle. "I don't think you have anything to worry about, Marcus, father is painfully near-sighted, unless you plan on standing three inches from his nose, I think you could get a good running start." Tilting her head to the side, dark green eyes lifted to look at him.
"Of course, you might have to contend with the likes of Ernie, he didn't seem too pleased to find out that I had tea at some mysterious bloke's home three weeks ago." Susan said more passively than she meant to. It was better to get Marcus ready now for whatever drama might come along than to actually start a relationship and then be introduced to her petty things. Of course, Susan couldn't even fathom dating Marcus Flint, she barely knew if he actually had those sort of feelings for her. The gift on her ears and around her neck might say otherwise, but Susan could never be quite sure. Once again, at the thought of the necklace, fingers lifted to trace along the center emerald.