The marquis bowed deeply at the newcomer. He had been laughing at the red-haired man's attack on the angel, despite being covered in snow from the assorted snowballs and the snow fort that had hit them, despite his feet being frozen to the ground.

Well, now they were free. And most of their enemies were busy, it seemed. Things were working out quite well.

"Us," the marquis gestured toward himself and Wednesday. "The angel is on a team with him," a sweeping arm towards the man still quite pinned by the warrior woman, "and she and he," a graceful arm towards the remaining man, whose actions seemed to make him more and more familiar, "are allies."*

*...It is very, very awkward only knowing one out of six characters' names.