He could hear Isabella-sama laughing in his head at the poor girl; though he knew she didn’t mean anything malicious by it. While his mistress could be cruel when it was required, she wasn’t alien to finding the fumblings of human beings endearing. And it seemed she was, this slip of a woman on his doorstep. Not a girl, no. And nothing underwordly. Human. They’d been expecting a human, just not a woman—certainly not one that acted like a bluestocking even while she dressed in the current ‘mode’. Not that Marcus actually cared about the latter, given his general preferences for fashion.
His chest seized as she mentioned a body, but he didn’t let it show that he wasn’t comfortable with her airing that out on his doorstep beyond a flash in his eyes—something tensing there. She had mentioned his name as well, so that at least told him she had been who he was expecting.
“Let her in, Marcus. You can glare at her just as easily with the door shut.”
He resisted the urge to grunt and nodded at the redhead before stepping away from the entrance and opening the door wider when she started to try and peer past him. “I believe it would be best if we were to discuss such matters inside.”
Marcus, as a general rule, didn’t like what Americans referred to as a ‘curve ball’, but he adapted well enough when he needed to. Thus, once the woman had entered, he shut the door with a soft click, locked the bolt, and said, “I was expecting O'Rourke.” It wasn’t a question, but there was an air of command to it—Who are you and what has happened kind of a thing. The information she carried, hopefully, was important enough to deal with a few miscalculations. And quite frankly, he didn’t give a damn who he got it from, so long as he and Isabella-sama got it.
His chest seized as she mentioned a body, but he didn’t let it show that he wasn’t comfortable with her airing that out on his doorstep beyond a flash in his eyes—something tensing there. She had mentioned his name as well, so that at least told him she had been who he was expecting.
“Let her in, Marcus. You can glare at her just as easily with the door shut.”
He resisted the urge to grunt and nodded at the redhead before stepping away from the entrance and opening the door wider when she started to try and peer past him. “I believe it would be best if we were to discuss such matters inside.”
Marcus, as a general rule, didn’t like what Americans referred to as a ‘curve ball’, but he adapted well enough when he needed to. Thus, once the woman had entered, he shut the door with a soft click, locked the bolt, and said, “I was expecting O'Rourke.” It wasn’t a question, but there was an air of command to it—Who are you and what has happened kind of a thing. The information she carried, hopefully, was important enough to deal with a few miscalculations. And quite frankly, he didn’t give a damn who he got it from, so long as he and Isabella-sama got it.
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
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