[h2]Marxello Catchanale[/h2]
Apparently, she wasn't interested in being able to talk to humans more safely, and had left the building. A quick hustle back to the nearest front-facing window revealed her just as she began talking to the crowd that had gathered outside... there weren't that many Harpy-type monsters around, and as her feathers seemed to indicate, she appeared to be a Siren. He wasn't quite sure, though... nor was he entirely sure about the green-haired girl. She did seem familiar in form, though... maybe a monster type he'd recognise at a closer distance.

Either way, the Harpy was probably passing on her issues with him for mistaken reasons. He'd best head downstairs and clear things up, then. Resheathing his blade, a short trip to the ground floor showed that the male Minotaur... what had his name been? Magnus, wasn't it? And a shrinking violet of a Minotaur, at that - even his, uh, glare, he assumed, wasn't quite that threatening, considering the tone of his words in general. He didn't seem overly confident in general... which, as a matter of fact, did offer some possible benefits...

Clapping gauntleted hands together, Mark strolled over to the table Magnus had sat down at, himself taking a seat as he removed his helmet and gave a fairly friendly smile. 'So, uh, I suppose you're showing interest in me of some sort or another. I guess first things first, is there any reason for me to assume you know why, out of all other monsters, you appear to be one of the few males in existence?'