Then answer one thing - do you want me to go? Asking a question, I peer into Mark's eyes. Hoping to recognize the answer before he says it, but there's just too much going on.

“And no… and yes.

“Oh, you made it all clear,” I quipped. Come on, Marik. Will you take me on the team? - I, fooling around, got down on one knee, as if offering him a marriage proposal. She took off her ring to make it look real. The only decoration to the key from Tiffany.

“Um… I can misunderstand,” Mark laughed, and then solemnly straightened his shirt. - I take it. And you, Alina...