Barring being trapped in a meeting room with his colleagues or the Venatori actively laying yet another siege against the Gallows, work will never occupy Marcus' focus so much that he can't entertain either of them. Cute that they ask, anyway, and he gives a flex of a hand to wave away the notion, pen set aside.

All that, and it's a coin toss as to whether they would decide to bring a work matter to him anyway.

But they do not. A glance from Julius trails to Petrana as the topic is handed off, Marcus listing back in his chair. Alright, not a marriage proposal yet. Eventually it will be, he's sure, and pitched exactly like this.

"The benefits," he echoes, "such as, less likely to become rubble."

He can think of more.