Markus himself hadn't gotten fully dressed yet. He wore the black pants and the button up shirt, though his sleeves were rolled up as if he was preparing to do hard labor, though he truly didn't expect to be doing any. He hadn't the time to buy new boots, so he merely buffed them as well as he could and polished over a few of the blemishes and cuts. He was glad he couldn't do the same for his scars. Even dressed up, he never wanted to seem like he had not seen battle or combat. Plus he felt Emmaline thought them attractive, though she hadn't said it explicitly. 

Speaking of the witch, he perked up from his hunched position on the bench just outside, blinking at the sudden change of her attire. If he had never met her before he would have been immediately convinced she was the daughter of an imperial count, in both looks and dress. A smile bloomed on his rugged, handsome face as he gave a whistle. "Babe, you looked good in the sailors clothes. With that on you're a goddamn goddess." He assured her, still amazed at how he could marvel at her beauty after wrapped up in one another the previous night.

He took the last bite of his apple, tossing the core into a nearby wastebin with his normal dexterity. He slid out of his seat and approached her, rolling down his sleeves so he could give a sly bow and extend his arm for her to take. "Have you ever been to any courtly event, Em? Or can you dance for such an occasion? I forgot to ask."