When Marcus finally arrived, he was certainly in good spirits. And more than a little later than he said he'd be when he originally had the Doctor sent ahead. He was only somewhat drunk on all the wine he'd had post the execution of that rather poor cook who'd served them such a foul lunch. He always did like to make torture and execution into a bit of a party, it made it so much more fun than just sombrely watching people suffer. Looking down at the Doctor, he tutted and bent down, slicing the ropes free with his knife, just so they were no longer bound behind his back.

"I did say tie them in front," Marcus complained as he sat on the floor besides is injured new acquaintance, a small playful and almost mocking frown on his face. "I really did think you'd kneel at ten. I was very disappointed, you should know that. Most people don't live if they disappoint their master like that."