For most, it might be a tricky thing to separate Marcus when normal and Marcus when quietly pleased, but living in close quarters does a lot to key into the subtle differences. The second glance aside to the table after greeting Julius and on his way to getting changed, for one, and the brush of a touch to the arm as they switch out turns with Petrana for another, as it seems to echo her sentiment.

To her, he says, "Mm," agreeably, moving for the table. The wine bottle is taken with a click of rings against glass, inspected both for the colour of it as well as the slightly esoteric wax stamp and ribbon meant to signify its making. He will get more out of the former, as far as information is concerned. "And for last?"

There, a slight smile. Kidding. "This was timely," he says, on the topic of arranging things, thumb set against cork to work it loose. "I expect I'll be riding north by the end of the week, or sooner."