Marcus had wondered if salmon puff was code for don't let him steal anything. Being gently removed to a sideroom provides some evidence for the theory. But he's perfectly willing to go along with being steered for now, interest piqued by Alfred and the chance to sample more food a welcome second objective. Towed in Alfred's wake, he says cheerfully, "Yep, real reason I — Jesus!"

He stumbles and growls as he's grabbed and shoved into the table with a crash and a rattle; his elbow drives back hard, purely on instinct, teeth baring in a snarl.