"Marcus, what are you laughing at?"
Just as the Red-Eyed Bulls were about to crash into them, Anya, still nestled comfortably in his arms, tilted her head up and caught sight of the wicked grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Her clear, curious eyes searched his face, puzzled by the expression.
"It's... nothing."
He had been completely caught in the middle of an embarrassingly shameless daydream. Marcus quickly composed himself, forcing the grin away and replacing it with a solemn expression, the kind of serious, righteous look a warrior might wear before facing a fierce battle.
Fortunately, the charging bulls arrived at that exact moment, sparing him from further questioning.
