Marken simply held her in his arms, allowing her to find comfort in his form. He hugged her tightly to his form, finding it rather amusing, despite the circumstances, that they would likely end up asleep in their dress cloths. Oh well, there was a time and place for everything. She didn't answer him, but she didn't really need to either. Marken could very well connect the dots, and decided that she was, in their brief time together, becoming closer to him. She'd likely been fed propaganda by whatever kingdom she worked for that told her explicitly that his family was barbaric. What good was that doing them now, he wondered?

When Ella started falling asleep in the mans arms, he sighed and started making himself comfortable, realizing he was likely going to spend the entire night in this position. Using his feet, Marken forced his shoes off and laid his feet on top of the table, laying himself out the best he could, hoping that he was atleast a comfortable pillow to the girl in his arms. He waited for a few minutes, knowing a servant would show up. They always did after dinner, ready to fill his requests, usually for a drink or something similar.

Soon enough, the door cracked open, a boy who looked no older than fifteen walked inside, asking Marken if he needed anything. "No, however lock the door on your way out. Make it aware to the rest of the houses staff that if someone enters this room before the night is over, they won't be employed by my family any longer." His words were spoken with a completely neutral tone, Marken meaning every word he said. He would not tolerate someone like that attendant from earlier barging in. With that settled, and the door closing, Marken sighed and closed his own eyes, allowing himself to fall asleep with the girl in his arms, after adjusting both her and himself so that she wouldn't be able to move without waking him up. "Good night Ella." He doubted she would hear the words, but said them anyway. They seemed fitting.