"Astoria will come around, trust me." Isaac said, his voice sure and a little smug. Astoria was finally speaking to him again, thanks in part to a twist of fate and the crazy psycho who was sending her gifts. His gaze followed Marcus's and he frowned lightly. Had someone been listening?
"I have my flat to take birds to, I wouldn't disrespect my sister like that." he grumbled lightly as he poured himself another glass of the whiskey. "Git, you act like I am such a bother, you barely know I am here." He shifted in the chair and rolled his eyes at the other man.