Markus stared right back at the man as he mentioned Markus' mother. The rational part of him knew that there was no way he could have known about his mother, but the emotional part told Markus to tear that man apart at his remark. He decided on a middle ground, and gave the man- Seymour- a death glare as he sat, ignoring the hand.

"Markus." He said simply. "You may have been mistaken, but I am merely curious. What brought this on, and when did it start?" His tone was fairly calm, and his death glare had disappeared. 

The half-elf then took a moment to examine the other man. His eyes were a pale blue, almost unnatural. His skin was likewise- pale enough to be on the border of normal. He could simply be a man who spent his time indoor instead of out- It was a certain possibility, Markus was one of those people. However, something else caught his notice. Seymour's teeth seemed... strange. His canines were longer than what should be possible for most races.

Could he be a vampire? Possibly. But someone like that would know that the fangs would be a dead giveaway, so why would he be so reckless? Perhaps vampires were not as dangerous as Markus was led to believe by his parents. That was a possibility, and explained how one sat here comfortably, surrounded by what could easily become a mob if they learned the truth. But Markus didn't like the idea of his parents lying to him. He made a note to ask the barmaid- Nuala- later, once he got the chance. Regardless of what he was or wasn't, for now he is simply an acquaintance.