Marius feels Dorian's guffaw from still leaning on him, and he glances up at him with a small scowl on his face. He never imagined anyone would ever actually offer him such a payment for his tutoring services in his life.

"That, or she just wanted to laugh at how red my face turned when I received it," he mutters, recalling that night with a wince. She'd meant well enough, but he'd still have rather have been paid in cash.

Marius catches sight of the saleslady again, who really does look like she wants to have both their heads on a platter for this conversation. Marius finds his childish nature does not care.

"Do you like getting messages?" He asks, curious.