"I see you managed to keep yourself from making a scene at the ceremony.". Was Marcus's father's way of greeting them.  "That shows progress."  He was a tall broad man, with dark reddish brown hair streaked with silver and frown lines eyched into his face.  Marcus's mother, with whom he shared more similarities, was slender and tall with her dark hair in a bun and her sever face in a shocked sort of expression.  Marcus said nothing in reply to his father, just grinded his teeth and looked down.  This, more clearly then words, was an attempt at avoiding confrontation.