"You're not getting a choice." Isaac said, his face twisted in a smirk. "And stop acting like you don't enjoy it." He never lifted his head or opened his eyes, he was feeling plenty smug. "It works out fine, you have your society wife to please your family and we can shag whenever the mood hits." Isaac had no qualms about what he wanted or when. Sex was just another fact of life, like breathing. "You just like to be disagreeable about it, tosser."
"You care if I hide out here sometimes, it is quiet and I could bring a book.." he trailed off, not really knowing why he was asking. He had tried staying back at his flat and it was lonely without Lavender and he was tired of bringing home random birds. Staying at Flint manour meant he had a legitimate excuse for not bringing home birds. He should ask Marcus if it was alright if he stayed but he couldn't get the words out, he would let Isolde do it.