Jerod watched Marianne lose her cool, again, with an amused smirk growing on his face. He crossed his arms, watching the whole event transpire. Marianne was certainly mad, but in such a protective manner he couldn't really worry about her ever turning against Jacob. Which meant that, despite it all, he had no problems with Marianne. She certainly made things interesting to be around, that was for sure. And he could find enjoyment in interesting. Her last threat got a laugh out of the mercenary, of all things. He wasn't the only one to get death threats it seemed, which was reassuring in its own way. But this was golden opportunity to mock Jacob. "Ach, look at ye champion o' naga. Ye'll have yer own harem by tha' end of this, I'll tell ye what! Who knew that ol' coot got ye in his business so well?!"

Jerod was laughing, regardless of whether Jacob was actually conscious of what was going on or not. He was getting to mock the man, and that made him happy anyways. So that was that then. But her apology got a good natured shrug out of the mercenary. He wasn't bothered by it, hell, he had no interest in doing an inventory to be frank, so any distraction from having to get there was fine by him. "Yer fine Marianne, I ain't gon' tell ye how ta live yer life. We get there, great, if not, ach, who's countin? I ain't, sure a' sure. Might want to watch yer quick draw there, don' wan' enter a tent and get toasted, aye?"