"He might actually like shagging you," Marcus said dryly. "He does like both blokes and birds, yeah. And you shouldn't raise your kid separately. Kids need parents. Both of 'em." The words were flat and dry, and didn't invite further question.
It was easier, actually, to talk about his marriage and Isolde, than to talk about why he had such strong opinions on parenting. He'd barely brooched them yet with Isaac, and had a feeling no one was going to agree with him on it. He wasn't sure he agreed with himself; pushing Isaac towards Tracey didn't help himself, after all.
"M'bent." The words came out rough and low; he wasn't accustomed to saying them out loud. "So yeah, arranged marriage. I didn't tell Isolde before, but she might've known. Didn't seem to surprise her much, anyroad. So yeah. She's my wife. Likely my best mate, too. My partner in society. Everyone thinks we're happily married, and we are. But sex isn't a part of it."