Owner Pose
Marc Spector     True to his word Moon Knight, when placed on the roof of the Mission under the light of a large full moon started recovering almost instantly. Shimmering motes of silver light played over his numerous wounds and his breathing, shallow before became stable and strong. So it's likely not too far fetched to see him moving about the Mission.

    He is dressed somewhat differently than usual though. Gone is the all white of Mr. Knight's all white attire. Instead he's dressed is a suit of deep green, with a slate grey shirt underneath and a lighter grey tie. His hair is pulled back into a loose tail at the base of his skull and he's shaved. In fact, aside from subtle things that those who know him would notice, he looks quite different from any other time the all but a limited handful of people have ever seen him.

    He's currently standing in front of the massive tarp covered slab that originally was set in place for Thoth, looking over a clipboard with a studious expression on his clean face. He presses a hand to his ear and says, "Okay. Go ahead and alocate the funds for the Ma'at statue's commision." A pause. "You know the account. Religious funds. Charity. Yes, Katherine, I know I only commisioned the Thoth statue a little less than a year ago, but things change for my friend more than I anticipated. The money is there and it will come back... just do it." He presses a hand to his ear again and sighs.
Morrigan MacIntyre Morrigan might have been a little distraught once the whole ordeal was over with. She'd stayed with him for a bit after it, but he might not remember it. Which honestly she wouldn't blame him on that. Spring Break has started for the high school so she didn't have anywhere to be. That meant she was going to check in on Marc.

She lets herself into the mission since she knows her way about. She's not feeling quite so out of place anymore so she doesn't do the usual stop and peek around. She just follows the sound of Marc's voice. She's carrying a little box in her hands. It might seem like a weird thing, but Morrigan's always been a bit strange.

The woman is dressed in a lavender pencil skirt, a cream lantern sleeved blouse that is fitted to her frame and black pumps that probably cost way too much, but she splurged for her birthday a few days ago. Her violet gaze IMMEDIATELY spots the differences and her steps stop as she observes Marc. Green? Shaved? "Am I interrupting?" the Irish woman asks him.
Marc Spector     The man who looks astonishingly like and unlike Marc turns to regard the woman. "Not that I know of..." he says and his eyes scrutinize her for a moment. "Red hair... oh!" he starts and snappoints at the woman. "You're Marc's girlfriend aren't you? Morrigan, right?" he says with a smile.

    "He's told me a lot about you" he says as he approaches her with that same gleaming smile. "All good I assure you." Even his gait is different than Marc's and a he presents her with a genial offered hand to shake. "I'm Steven Grant."

    Steven Grant's name is rather famous. The man is the CEO of Spector Corp; one of the contemporaries of Stark Industries, Oscorp, and Wayne Interprises. Even as the youngest of the four, it's done quite well for itself all the same.
Morrigan MacIntyre Morrigan's probably looking a little confused. Wait, think. Use your super genius brain to puzzle this out. Oh. Oh dear. "I'm Morrigan, yes." the accent comes out a bit thicker this time. She shuffles the box to her left hand and reaches out to shake his hand, "I'm sorry, he's not mentioned you, but it's nice to meet you, Mister Grant." she tells him with a smile.

"I wouldn't be offended if he complained about me. I'm not the easiest person to date." she chuckles.

"I mean, Marc hasn't told me about you himself, but I keep up with major corporations and things. Spector Corp does very good numbers for being as young as it is." the woman tells him. "Have you known Marc for long?" she asks him.
Marc Spector     Steven chuckles as he shakes the woman's hand and then releases it. "The company keeps busy" he replies and then nods. "I'm... I think I'm his oldest friend now that I think about it. We go back... oh... almost thirty years? Maybe longer? There've been breaks of course, but we always comes back to each other in the end. TO be honest, he's sort of put me where I am if I'm being honest. His contacts help set up some of my first contracts."

    He gestures around at the Mission. "The least I could do is give him some return on that favor." He gestures at the large tarp covered statues. "In fact, that's part of why I'm here. I was getting the specifics on what alterations to the statues he wanted."

    He rubs the back of his neck. "He's not in right now but... umm... well, do you want to get a coffee or something. If he's not mentioned me I would feel remiss if I didn't intorduce myself some in his stead. A little offended all things considered." He grins. "I'll give him some lip for it later."
Morrigan MacIntyre Morrigan's hand shake is practiced, but she lets his hand go easily. Not wanting to make things weird. Don't make it weird, Morrigan. There's a bit of intensity as she listens to him speak and explain things. "I've not know anyone but my parents that long." she admits. Morrigan didn't have any long term friends given her issues. Then there's an ah, "He's not said your name, but he's mentioned dealings with you." she tells him.

Then there's a look around the mission, "The place could use more Anubis if I'm being honest." she murmurs with a smile. "Maybe I'll buy a tiny statue and hide it somewhere. See if he finds it." she grins at that. "What alterations? Or is that top secret?" she asks him.

"If you'd do a favor for a stranger, I'd ask that you not be too offended. Marc is...dealing with a lot the last few months and most of our dating time has coincided with one crisis or another." she admits. "So he might have just been waiting to tell me about his friend when there wasn't so much going on." she adds. "But sure, a coffee or tea would be lovely." she tells him.
Marc Spector     Steven laughs. "Oh... sure. I'm mostly joking. I know the man is busy." He gestures for the woman to walk with him. "I've a driver outside if you'll allow me to drive you?" he asks. "I know a lovely little place not far from here."

    As he moves through the hall he continues. "He's just wanting a bit of embellishment on Bast and Khonshu and he is replacing the Thoth piece with a statue of Ma'at he designed for commision, with similar embellishments." He glances at the woman as they move through the foyer of the Mission. "I think, if I may be so bold, that part of the whole change is your fault. So maybe if you mention an Anubis piece he'd be glad to at it to his collection."

    He opens the door and ushers her out with a flourish. Outside on the curb is a black luxury car. It's not a limo--small favors--but there is a driver who steps out from the driver's seat and moves around to open the back passenger door. "All these alterations started cropping up after he mentioned becoming closer with you." Steven explains as he steps up behind the ginger haired woman.
Morrigan MacIntyre Morrigan gives a smile to him as she shifts the box that she was holding into her bag and forgets it for the moment. Marc would get it another time. "Of course, I'll let you lead." she tells him as she motions for him to do so. She didn't want to lead when she didn't know his moods.

She listens to the changes and there is a thoughtful look when there is a mention of replacing Thoth with Ma'at, "With the changes that have happened recently the change from Thoth to Ma'at makes sense." she admits. Though she gives a quirk of her elegant brow when he mentions it's her fault, "I...my fault?" she asks him as she follows him out to the curb. "And he doesn't need to add Anubis just because of me." she muses.

When he steps up behind her she becomes acutely aware that she is just wandering off with a man she doesn't know. But she is trying to trust. She gives a look to the man over her shoulder before she slides into the back seat, "I don't know why he'd be changing things for me." she states quietly. It was news to her at least.
Marc Spector     "He's been alone for a while" Steven replies openly and slides in behind her. The driver moves into the front and Steven says. "Prince on 71st please" before he slides the divider shut giving them privacy. "Marc's the sort to seclude himself when he's alone. I've been pushing for him to find someone to fill the emptiness for a while now and he's been so 'the mission needs me' that he's not paid any attention."

    He looks at the woman beside him as the car starts to move at a casual but practiced pace. "You changed that and in turn changed him. He's relaxed... a lot and opened himself to a lot of changes and seems more willing to let that change be reflected in the idols he places in his temple." He smiles. "He likes you. A lot. I don't know if he's told you about his past much... has he?" he asks arching a carefully sculpted brow.
Morrigan MacIntyre "We have a lot in common in that regard." Morrigan shakes her head to that. "He needs someone that can understand what the mission and things are...and can work with him." she states to that. Was she the right person? She'd eventually find out. "So you're Marc's hype man as well." she grins to that.

Morrigan does give him a bit of a look, "Honestly I don't think we discussed a relationship. It just happened." she explains. It was a bit true, their first meeting had been her being bitey at Moon Knight and then Mister Knight had sort of been the diplomat when it was needed. Marc had been a surprise. Steven was an unknown variable now presented. "I'm an expert in the art of being alone, so sharing time with him is something I am rather fond of." the Irish woman states. "And I lo...I like him a lot as well." she tells him.

The question of if he has told her of his past makes her give him a quirked brow in response, "He's told me of his time in the service and a few other things." she states. "Our pasts shouldn't overshadow our futures. I'd hope he feels like he can tell me of his past without fear of judgement." she adds.
Marc Spector     Steven nods. "That's true... and a good outlook on it" he replies. "I'm... his best friend. Aren't most best friends the ultimate hype man?" he asks with a smile. He sobers after a moment. "I don't think he'd worry about you judging him. More he might just not feel it's relevant. But..." he frowns. "I think at least a little of his history with women in the past is necessary. For context if nothing more." He pauses and thinks.

    He shrugs after a moment. "Marc's been married before. They're divorced and his ex wife doesn't contact him... and wants their relationship to stay that way." He regards Morrigan with a steady expression. "She lives in Europe somewhere, so unlikely that you'll cross paths but I'm of the mind that it's better to know there is an ex that you'll likely never meet than to not know there is one and accidentally run into her somewhere."

    "She knows of his... alternative lifestyle..." he couches the idea of Moon Knight well enough, "and called it off because of that and how dangerous being the wife of a vigilante can be. He's been alone for three years since she left him. That's also important," he adds. "She left him. I'm pretty sure he's over her. So you don't need to worry about embers or anything, but... I feel it's good to know the history of the person whose life you're mingling with. Fair?" he asks.
Morrigan MacIntyre "I don't have a best friend so I'm not sure." Morrigan gives a chuckle to that. "My parents are aware of Marc. He made it through Thanksgiving without throwing himself off the roof at least." she muses. "My mom keeps asking me if we're going to get married, all that usual mom stuff." she comments.

Steven's tone and sudden frown before diving into Marc's dating history makes her face fall a bit. Well shit. "I don't expect I'd run across her unless I went looking for her...and I don't see why I'd need to go looking for her." she states. "Are there any kids from the marriage?" she asks him. It was thoughtful at least.

"I've never been married. Been engaged, but he left me about three months before the wedding." she admits. "That was in my mid twenties." she chuckles. "Some people are not made for the life that Marc leads...I'm sure if I had very close friends that knew of what he did they might try to see about finding me a nice, quiet academic type." she shrugs. "Do you think he's going to be upset that you broke the news and he didn't get to?" she asks him as she looks over to him. Because really, finding out he was married from someone else might sting a little on both ends.

"Has Marc told you any of my secrets?" she asks him.
Marc Spector     Steven shakes his head. "If he has a problem with it, he'll take it up with me. We're... we're as close to brothers as can be without sharing blood. I've had his back since we were both seven and we've stayed in touch through good and bad on both sides. Like I said, he probably didn't think it was important. And he might be right, but I felt that you should know."

    He listens to her tale with a sympathetic nod and then a smirk. "Marc might agree with them given some of the things he gets into. But he mentioned you know of his life and I figure if anyone has a good head on their shoulders it's the Headmistress of a High School for 'exceptional' individuals." At the mention of 'secrets' he shakes his head.

    "He didn't mention anything in particular. Just that you're aware of his life and his... difficult situation. His mental history and that he is in service to a literal god." He eyes her. "Do you moonlight as a vigilante as well?" he asks with a chuckle. It's pretty clear to tell he expects a negative from the woman.
Morrigan MacIntyre Morrigan doesn't interrupt Steven as he speaks, she's just trying to make sure she's listening to everything. Though his comment makes her give a nod to him, "I think we'll deal with that when it comes up." she admits to that. "Well, thank you for letting me know. I'm sure it'll come up now." she chuckles to that.

"I'm sure that he'd say the same, but he's stuck with me for now." she admits to him. "Yeah, I run a public high school for humans, mutants, metas and all others that want a bit of normalcy in their lives. So far we've not been shut down by the government." she muses.

"I got to revisit some of his past a few months ago and it sort of enlightened things a bit more." she explains. She doesn't mention they went back there just a few days ago. She gives a shake of her head, "No, I don't do the vigilante thing, I'm just a master of the mystic arts." she tells him. "I wouldn't look as good in a cowl as he does." she grins.
Marc Spector     Steven gives her a look. "I... hmm... intersting" he says softly, musing to himself. "I... you might want to let him know that... since he has ordered Spector corp to design a bodysuit on the same basic layout as his own only... modelled for a woman with, at a glance, your measurements." He grins.

    He shrugs. "Not that I'm judging if you do that or not. I mean, I'm his best friend and he does all that stuff on the regular." He pauses and seems to understand what she said her area of expertise was. "Mystic arts? Like... magic? Are we talking Harry Potter or... Lord of the Rings... or something else entirely?" he asks speculatively.
Morrigan MacIntyre "Something tells me that man has been in my house more than just when I got kidnapped." Morrigan chuckles. "And no, it's fine. I think he'd rather me wear a suit and things...because honestly I'm really public on a few fronts and not getting kidnapped every week is a goal." she admits. "I'll still act surprised though when he tells me." she gives a grin to that.

"I think I need some training with...guns or swords or something to break vigilante status." she ponders this. "Yes, magic. And more like...well, there are hundreds of variations and pathes. I studied at a place that I cannot tell you about or the Sorceror Supreme might be cross." she chuckles. "My magic stems from a familial line as well." she explains to him. "Don't be afraid to ask questions. I don't have anything to hide really." she offers him.
Marc Spector     Steven contemplates for a moment and then looks at her. "I think a staff would be a good start..." he says offhandedly before he looks at her. "As for your public persona. You run the school" he says. "You are aware that it's possible that many of your students are vigilante's themselves. If you take up the mantle... you might have an easier time relating to them on at least that level."

    "Marc's spoken with me about you" he says. "He trusts you more than he trusts many others. I know of two other people who know what you know about him. One was his therapits and now is his second in command..." he pauses. "The other is a man who's been with him from the start. Dragged him out of that damn tomb where he was left to die by Bushman. And while Mr. DuChamp can be... intrusive... he will never betray Marc, that much I am sure of."

    The car turns another corner and then there is a tap on the dividing glass. "Ah... good. We're here." He moves to step out of the vehicle and offers a hand to the woman to escort her out as well. The building they are in front of is nondescript and could be anything from the appearance. No sign gives evidence of its identity or its purpose.
Morrigan MacIntyre Morrigan gives a look to him, "A staff?" she asks him. "That better not be a subtle joke about my being a sorceror." she muses to that. Then there is a nod, "Aye, some of the kids are vigilantes in their own rights. I'm trying to give them normalcy...but I'm not sure if that will ever work for all of them." she frowns at that. "It could be something that does let me understand better." she finally agrees.

She looks to him when he says that Marc has spoken to him about her, "I don't think we'll have to worry about Bushman trying to come back to mess with Marc anymore." she tells him. Though she's never heard of DuChamp, "I'm not sure who Mister DuChamp is. Can you tell me about him?" she asks. "I trust Marc, I just don't want him to think I'm this delicate flower that needs rescuing. I mean...if I get cut off from my magic I may need rescuing, but it tends to not go that route." she chuckles.

When the car stops she lets Steven lead. She takes his hand easily and slides out of the car after him, "Thank you." she tells him. Then her gaze goes up to the building, "I don't think I've been here." she admits.
Marc Spector     Steven gives the woman a grin. "Only in part" in response to his quip about the staff. "I take bo lessons as well and I'm not a wizard... so... it's good for centering and meditative focus." He stops before the door and looks at her for a moment.

    "I don't know him as well as Marc does. He's Marc's old friend from his mercenary days." He holds up a finger. "One think I do know. He -hates- being called Mr. DuChamp. He prefers 'Frenchie.' He's brash, a womanizer, and extremely protective of Marc. He's the one who runs the administrative duties of the Mission. I work with him in a business sense more than I ever do with Marc."

    He turns to regard the building before knocking and opening the door. "Not many have. It's not like it advertises." The inside of the building looks like a cozy open floor tea shop. There is a counter with a see through glass case displaying a number of very fresh looking baked goods and the smell of a number of hot teas permeates the air. "It appeals to a very exclusive clientelle. Those of us who have some difficulty going out into public without being hounded by media or paprazzi. And because of the more... lucrative excess that we have... we do our best to keep this place in business." He looks back out and calls. "Ms. Maguire? It's me. Steven Grant? I hope you're not too busy for a pair of guests?"

    A tall woman with pale skin and long dark red hair comes from the back of the area. "Oh! Steven!" she says, her voice giving her origin away with a thick, south England accent. "Of course not. Who's your friend?" she asks, giving Morrigan a look over that is simply curious rather than anything aggressive.
Morrigan MacIntyre Morrigan takes a moment to look over her sunglasses at him, squinting at him playfully, "I'll remember that, Steven." she tells him with a smile. "Maybe I'll look into staff lessons. Unless you're offering to teach." she muses. She does pay attention to things though, "So I should call him Frenchie if I meet him? I'm put a pin in that." she tells him. "There's so many people in that place that I don't know who all is there." she chuckles about the Mission. "But it's needed." she adds softly.

They don't advertise? That gets a curious quirk of an eyebrow from the redhead, "Very curious." she tells him. Posh hidden tea shops? She felt like she was missing out.

Then the English appear! Morrigan gives a little wave, "Hello. I'm Doctor MacIntyre." the Irish woman states with a smile to her.
Marc Spector     The woman smiles. "Welcome, welcome Dr. MacIntyre. If you're a friend of Steven's your welcome here." the woman replies, ginger to ginger. "Please. Have a seat and I'll get the kettle going. There should be a list of what we have on them."

    Steven guides Morrigan to one of the tables, as the hostess heads toward the back of the establishment again, and pulls out a chair for her. "I'd make a terrible teacher. Marc however... he's more up to speed of a master and would likely be willing. Easpecially if it brings you more into his world on that end." He moves around and takes a seat across from her. He slides the menu, a single sheet of fancy paper with an intricate but tasteful typeset listing a number of tea varieties as well as a small pastry and pie selection.

    "No need to advertise when we pay well above the grade in order to keep it private" Steven says folding his hands on the table. "We all need our havens of obscurity." He grins. "We all can't be literal priests holed up in temples."
Morrigan MacIntyre Morrigan gives a smile to her, "Thank you. It's a lovely place." she tells her. She lets Steven guide her to one of the table. Comfortable that they aren't going to be ambushed by anyone in this place. She smoothes her skirt as she takes a seat with a smile to Steven, "Thank you." she tells him.

"Marc probably wants to hit me with a stick sometimes, so perfect time for him to do it." she chuckles at that. "I admittedly make a horrible student, but I should probably learn to use something mundane for when I get stuck in another magicless cell." she muses.

She reaches up to take her sunglasses off, her eyes squinting a bit as she does. Then she looks to the paper in front of her, "What's your favorite?" she asks him.

"Mmmm. I can understand that. My haven is not as posh, but it is quiet and I can lock my door and sleep at my desk." she chuckles at that. "So you make all of Marc's wonderful toys?" she asks him.
Marc Spector     Steven opens his mouth but then closes it to consider his answer. "I don't know if that's entirely accurate. I've modified many of the armaments he has been gifted by his patron." He then nods. "But yes, the Angel Wing and his aircraft were designed by my company. His armors are composites he himself proposed from various vestments he's found in what I can only assume are caches dedicated to the god he serves."

    he tall red-haired proprietor arrives with a traditional tray of tea with a small assortment of biscuits on it. "If you need anything more, just call for me I will be in the back." She offers the pair of them a smile before retreating into the confines of her establishment/house.

    Steven considers Morrigan a moment. "I think you misunderstand Marc. He's not as callous as you might paint him. Secretive, yes, but that is as much for him as it is for others. He's been through a great many things in life and those things... are difficult for him to face on a regular basis." He clarifies. "I don't think he'd willing want to hurt someone he care about. Regardless of what faults they may or may not have." With that he starts to prepare his own tea, slowly pouring from the pot into his cup and adding a modest amount of cream and sugar to the dark liquid.
Morrigan MacIntyre Morrigan gives a quirk of her eyebrow when he comments on his company being the one that made Marc's devices, "That is good to know." she tells him as she watches him. She settles back in the seat, trying to relax a bit. When the other tall red head appears again with tea and snacks there is a bright smile, "Thank you." she tells her.

Though Steven's words cause her to blink at him for a moment, "Ah...I think my sense of humor is failing. I don't think Marc is callous at all. I was merely making a joke." she tells him. "I don't think he'd hurt me, never has that even crossed my mind." she shakes her head.

"And I don't think he can hurt me any worse than others already have. So it's a bit moot with me." she admits.
Marc Spector     Steven's cheeks redden considerably. "Oh... I... I completely missed that" he says with a chuckle. "I'm so sorry." He stirs his tea and takes a sip. "Sometimes I'm terrible at reading people. I get so caught up in focusing on how I'm being seen to focus entirely on what others are truly meaning. I'm sorry."

    He smiles, in an attempt to recover from the faux pax and slides away from the table. "If you'll excuse me? I'm going to use the restroom. I'll be right back."

    He starts for the small corridor with the sign for restrooms above it on a wooden plaque. The proprietor comes back out once Steven has left and speaks in a soft but conversational tone. "He's just being protective. I wouldn't worry too much about it. That he brought you here means that he trusts you" she says with a smile. "I wouldn't take his words too seriously. This Marc is someone he speaks of with the nature of a younger brother. I think he would lay down his life for him if it came to it." She adds. "He's old fashioned and likes to treat people with respect, despite his position. I don't think he's ever asked for preferential treatment, beyond the permission to use the place." She laughs. "Not that my establishment is exclusive. It's just more private than others."
Morrigan MacIntyre "You don't have to apologize, Steven." Morrigan tries to assure him that it's fine. She didn't want to make him feel weird. "I'm not good at reading people either...I'm not a very social creature outside of business and the school." she chuckles. She dips her head to him when he goes to step away, "I'll be here." she tells him.

She sighs once he's started off, wanting to kick herself. Her hand moves, rubbing at her face for a moment before she realizes the proprietor has joined her. "I'm glad that he's protective of Marc, truly." she tells him. Her words are comforting at least, "I just didn't want to seem like I'm being overly critical." she mutters.

"Position?" she asks her.
Marc Spector     "It's not easy being the CEO of a company affords individuals with privelages above and beyond the norm" the hostess replies. "Or at least, some of them seem to think so. He doesn't though. He hasn't treated me any differently than he would the hostess of an average cafe. It's... refreshing a lot of the time." She says moving around and slides up a chair to their table before seating herself.

    "I think he wants to make a good impression more than anything" she says glancing back to the restroom. "He's terribly shy, maybe despite the professional demeanor he puts forth to the press. I've learned a lot about him when he comes by and found that as far as business magnates go... he's quite a bit apart from his contemporaries and -nothing- like the tabloids would make you belive."

    She smiles at the other redhead and adds, "I think what I'm trying to say is, don't worry too much about how you come off. He's not going to judge you by anything more than what you are. He's a good judge of character, better than most of his ilk that's for sure. And by bringing you here, he's already made the move to say that he trusts you with the person he considers family."
Morrigan MacIntyre Morrigan listens to the woman quietly as she speaks. There's a bit of a smile to her, "He does seem rather sweet for someone that is a CEO, yes." she admits. I mean, she worked with Tony Stark for a bit. She doesn't mention that though. "I've not read much about him in the tabloids, I more follow the business side of things." she muses.

"I worry about how I come off to everyone. I'm a Doctor, my bedside manner is supposed to be better." she tells her with a bit of a smile. "I am glad that he trusts me though...or maybe when he gets back from the bathroom he'll throw all of the first impressions out and I'll be in trouble." she chuckles.

"Thank you." she adds after a moment.
Marc Spector     The woman gently pats Morrigan on the hand giving her a warm, almost motherly smile. "You're welcome hon. Don't be a stranger. You cna come by on your own if you ever feel the need for tea. I'm half Irish myself" she says, a bit of the accent of the isle overiding the accent of North London that she had a moment before. "Don't feel you need a chaperone from one of the upper crust to enjoy my place." She slides away as she hears the running water coming from the restroom. She winks at Morrigan as she moves back into the interior of the house.

    When Steven comes out he looks... different. Nothing about his appearance is different but his demeanor has changed. The suit looks a bit odd on him, like it doesn't quite fit him right and his eyes dart about curiously. He spots Morrigan and starts. "Oh Mo..." he says and the tone of his voice has also changed. It's not Steven's voice. It's Marc's. "I think I understand now" he says softly looking around at the place. "I'm... sorry. I interrupted things didn't I?" He sounds embarassed, and more than a bit confused.
Morrigan MacIntyre Morrigan's smile the next time it appears is soft and genuine, "Thank you. I will make sure to stop by to see you again." she tells her. She reminder her of her adopted mom. It helped things. She then looks towards the hallway that Steven had disappeared down...

And sees Marc instead. Well that was unexpected.

"Hello love." she states as she looks to him. She rises, not sure what brought the switch on. Was she that horrid to Steven?! "Understand what?" she asks.

"I went to the Mission and I ran into Steven. He asked if I wanted to step out for tea and here we are." she tells him.

She offers a hand to him, "Do you need to have a sit down?" she asks him.
Marc Spector     Marc shakes his head. "No. I... I'm alright. I think he just wanted to... get a feel for you. Once he had and was satisfied with his own assessment... he decided his part in things was... was done" he says frowning. "Just... unexpected. That's all. Usually the change happens at the Mission or in Steven's flat. Not out in public... or well, relative public. Not out of places we're more comfortable with."

    He shifts and tugs at the coat. "Always feels too tight" he says, even though the suit is clearly bespoke and tailored to his frame. "Where... I don't recognize the shop. Some sort of private establishment for the upper class?" he asks, looking at the table and the still steaming cup of tea there. "We don't... we don't frequent the same places he and I. For obvious reasons." After all, they are different people.
Morrigan MacIntyre Morrigan looks guilty as she realizes that Steven bailed right after things. "I...might have scared him. Or embarrassed him. I feel horrible." she states as she shakes her head to that. "Let's get you back to the Mission...or somewhere else that is known then." she whispers to him. Not wanting to alert the proprietor that something is wrong. Or well...that Steven is gone.

She gives a nod to him, "Yes, exactly what it looks like. I'd never been here before either." she admits. "I can tell her that something came up and we can go." she nods to that. "Completely understand why you'd not run in the same circles." she tells him.
Marc Spector     Marc offers a smile to Morrigan. "I don't think it was you" he says placing an arm around her. "Sometimes he just does his own thing and decides that it's enough." He reaches into his wallet and finds a billfold with quite a hefty sum on it. "Christ... Steven..." he says shaking his head at the amount of hard cash he's carrying. "This is New York. Not London...Are you trying to get us mugged?" He slips off a hundred from the fold and sets it on the table before stuffing the billfold back in his pocket.

    Once outside he nods to the driver before slipping back inside. "Thanks for... well... I feel bad cutting your hangout short. It looked like a nice place. Knowing Steven he'll probably show up again and invite you out once more. He didn't... he wasn't rude or anything was he?" he asks hesitantly, defensively. It could make one think how he'd manage to actually fight the man if he insulted Morrigan directly.
Morrigan MacIntyre Morrigan seems to relax a little when Marc tells her that it probably wasn't her. She slips her arm around his waist, "I will make a note of that for the future." she tells him. There's a chuckle, "Umm, I'm guessing that he didn't register that part." she admits. She gives a look to him as he stuffs the billfold back into his pocket.

She lets him lead the way back out. She shakes her head as him, "Don't feel bad. The owner invited me back whether I was with a chaperone or not." she tells him. "No, he wasn't rude or anything. I think he took some of my words incorrectly...but we'll get it straightened out." she explains. "So there is nothing to worry on. I'd tell you if he was, honest." she tells him quietly. "Do you need anything?" she asks him.
Marc Spector     Marc frowns. "You..." he says. "And a change of clothes" he says tugging at the coat. "You mind if I stay with you tonight?" he asks. "I'd understand if say no and I'll respect it. But I'd just... it's been a long few days and I just want to be me for a little while. With a woman I love." He smiles and smoothes back a strand of her firey hair.

    "There's a few things I need to think on, but right now I want to put those aside and just... be Marc Spector." It's the first time he's used his actual last name around her. "Not Mr. Knight. Not Moon Knight. Not Steven Grant. Not Jake Lockely. Just Marc with Morrigan." He gives her a soft smile.
Morrigan MacIntyre Morrigan's violet gaze is uncovered for the moment, but the sun is bothering her. She powers through it though, taking the time to view Marc in the moment. "The suit is nice...but it's not you. I'm used to seeing you as the all white usually." she whispers. There's a softer look that she gives him, "I would love for you to stay with me tonight...tomorrow night...any night really." she tells him. "Is there something going on?" she asks him.

"Or we can talk about it tonight." she states. She reaches out to take one of his hands, "I do love you, Marc." she tells him. "I don't think I've said that, but I do." she states with a soft smile. "Jake Lockely?" she asks him. That's new. "Do you want to pack an over night bag and then we'll head home?" she asks him.
Marc Spector     Marc smiles. "I have a bag at the Mission. Let's swing by there and then Frenchie can drive us to your place" he says nodding to the driver's cabin. "Sound good Du Champ?" he says a bit lounder, givng a knowing look to the privacy screen. "I know you've been listening in. So you can cut the act. Mo's on my side and she can know what's what with me. You don't have to play guard dog all the time."

    "I was wondering if you were back to your old self and I could cut the whole manservant bit" comes a man's voice over the internal speakers. He has a very thick French accent to his tone. "Just keeping an eye on you Marc. Never know when Grant or Lockely will get out of hand. My scrutiny was only in the woman's best interest. I assure you."

    Marc rolls his eyes. "Yeah. Yeah. I get it. Best of intentions. Still. Take us to the Mission and then to Happy Harbor. I'll get back to the Mission when I'm ready. For now, you can be Mr. Knight. You know the drill." He turns to Morrigan. "We can talk more once we're at your place. I let you know about Jake... just in case. He's... it's complicated. As are most things with me."

    "Understatment of the decade there, my old friend. But I know the drill indeed. Mission and then Happy Harbor." There is a click as the internal comms are shut off giving them true privacy this time and the car speeds up a bit.