He sat as he was told, thinking that no doubt this would be quite the story if he was being told to get off his feet for it. Sinking back against the cushions, he folded his arms loosely and kept his focus on Marshall (as much as he wanted to look around, this place was terribly interesting), one thick eyebrow twitching upwards as the vampire's previous history was related to him.

"Fighting? You?" It wasn't that hard to believe, but for it to be so bad that he ended up being expelled? That was what caught his attention. "Bloody hell, Marshall, what did you do? Hex their head off or something?"