"Could I refuse, I would, I have not earned knighthood. Mere strength of arms should not be enough." Taking his leave of Myles, Marcus follows the servant up into the tower, removing his helmet as he walks. He briefly wonders is this choice of accommodations is meant to have some subtle meaning, but decides it doesn't matter. He looks the boy in the eye as he speaks, and nods when he finishes. "Thank you. Could you fetch some water and a basin, please?" Assuming the young man does as he's asked, Marcus begins removing his armor, checking the leather for signs of wear as he always does. He piles it neatly in one of the chairs, and sets his axe next to the bed, ready at hand thought he doubted it was necessary. He was wearing practically nothing if and when the servant returns, but Marcus chooses to act like he doesn't see him this time.