Now Marcus does smile even though he doesn't seem more relaxed. Either he's not comfortable enough for that, or this is simply how he is. "Oh, hardly. It has certainly been a while, but my memory hasn't failed me yet."

Rising back up from his desk he goes over to the window where a table with a few crystal carafes are sitting with various hues of ambler liquid, and pours them each a small measure. "May Errol... That should have clued me in."

Walking back he hands her one of the glasses. "It isn't martini and lemonade, but perhaps it will do."