Her words had him... On edge, to say the least. However, the initial reaction immediately died down when he remembered that he was the only one who knew who she truly was. Was Ella teasing him? That was new. He shook his head helplessly, before sighing at her words. "You know, that's not exactly something to joke about in public. People who aren't maids might end up hearing." He took another bite of his meal, closing his eyes and letting out another yawn.

"Regardless, drawing is a rather interesting talent, one I've never had myself. I've also never had vivid dreams to the point where I could sketch out a character I see in it. Is that common for you?" He sounded genuinely curious, though overtones of... Distance, remained. It was as if he was treating her like he was originally 'supposed' to. Now, instead of the affectionate man that he had been, he was barely interested in her. Marken had simply decided that if she wanted to continue acting like a spy, and keep all of her loyalties clear and open, then he would treat her like one. He doubted she would enjoy her day, like she seemed to have the day before. But Marken simply did not care, Ellas comfort was off his list of concerns now.

He looked up just in time to see his own father walk inside the room, his mother absent. This was twice in a row that she was missing from a meal, that... Wasn't natural. Glenn didn't seem to be as enthusiastic as he had been the day before, instead a more somber mood filled the air. Still, he sat down at the table and made himself a plate. "Hello Marken. Enjoy your night?" The words seemed to be forced out, said as a courtesy rather than out of a desire.

"We did, somewhat. Is something wrong?" Glenn shook his head, but the look in his eyes said otherwise. "I still need to talk to you about my wedding, if that's alright with you." Glenn seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding his head, before he went to his own meal in silence, Marken following suit.