"I never said you were my girlfriend, I am trying to court Astoria for that." Isaac replied with a negligent shrug of one shoulder. "Our sex is fucking amazing, don't pretend. It doesn't have to be more than what it is, good sex between two adults who can keep the shite a secret." Isaac was pleased that no one knew of their arrangement, he was sick of his life being in a spotlight and his personal business in the Prophet.
"I have been here and my flat, I asked before and you seemed opposed to the idea of my staying here." He looked at the spinning wheel and the basket of wool. "Your projects are safe mate, I have no interest in that or hearing your nagging about messing it up. Isolde is more than enough on my case." He tossed back the remaining contents in his glass and set it aside, he was feeling pleasantly warmed.