He let out a soft chuckle at Ella's reaction. "This will be interesting, getting used to living with a woman in my room..." He muttered to himself, a small smile clear on his face. The man went about changing into his own outfit, humming softly to himself, changed in a matter of moments. A comb was brought through his hair, straightening out the last of what remained from his sleep as he tossed about.

The knock as his door brought Markens attention away from himself, and his thoughts, and another chuckle was let out. "I'm decent, if it truly matters Ella. Afterall, we just shared a bed." He walked up to it and opened it, giving Ella a very clear smile. "I feel like you need to loosen up at some point. It's not like people will know what goes on behind these doors, and after we're married, it'll be acceptable regardless to your customs."

He pulled her into a gentle embrace, before hooking his arm around hers as they had done in the past. "So, let's go see if we can meet my mother, hmm? I really think you'd like to meet her. I can't remember if I've told you her name, but I think I'll let her introduce herself." With that, he'd allow Ella to lead the way out of the apartments and towards the dining hall once more. Again, he started humming some song he'd heard at the ball, unable to remember anything other than the melody for the life of him.