He looked at Ellanor and sighed again. This was going to be tough for her, and likely for him. He stood up, walking over to her and looking down at her as she sat. "You are not going to be thrown into a dungeon. Three days ago, you were ready to kill me, and now you're quivering at the thought of acting like you love me. I've decided I am offended then, if it's that hard for you." His pride was hurt, even moreso than it had been before. Before, she was using him as a means to an end. Now, he wasn't even capable of being that, to her.

"Now, I doubt you're going to enjoy this, but we're going to have to... Ahem, practice, if we want this to look real. I don't care how much you hate me, if you want out of this, you're going to play along." His words were spoken with conviction, though they weren't cold, holding a sense of apology about them. As much as he didn't like Ellanor for her actions, Marken didn't exactly believe that this was a proper way to solve it. Regardless, it was something that had to be done.

Extending a hand to her, it was gentler than the hand she had given to him, meant instead to gently help her out of her seat. They needed to practice this, if it was to look realistic. "Ellanor, you're going to need to play along. I'm sorry, but there's simply no other way." His voice took on a much softer tone, waiting for her to react to him.