Mar purrs and nods. "It would be a fine bit of fun. I'm certainly tired of sitting around in this bar. But you're going to have to help me along. My side still is not in good shape, so help me walk if I have trouble."
Mar slowly wanders towards the entrance, trying to look pristine despite his obviously messed-up condition. He hurriedly slips on his jacket, trying to look presentable. Since he's not wearing his shirt this has the odd effect of making him look like a punk, which isn't what he's going for. (Although it is kind of a frilly 18th century jacket. <__<; )