"I don't need to think about shagging any witch. S'enough to make a bloke go limp." A bloke like Marcus, anyroad. "Beautiful, yeah. Pliant. Soft. Dull." He shook his head. "S'not much of a fuck without a bit of a fight."
He gave Isaac a sharp look. It kept coming back to this thing they were doing, and the fact that it was some kind of a thing. He wasn't sure there was enough whiskey in the bottle for him to deal with it. Either way, he filled his glass and took another gulp. "Better make sure she's not going to walk out on you if she finds out you're shagging a bloke, and take those beautiful pureblood brats with her. Not that I want her to know, but you need to make sure things're tight so she doesn't take your heirs."