"We're fine, you and me," he said, tone as mild as he could make it. This was the way life was. He'd always known it, always known he'd be on the other side of this equation, married to a woman who had her own lovers since he couldn't be one. Didn't take much of a twist of the mind to convince himself it was alright to be where he was, someone else's lover, making things complicated in another pureblood marriage. "S'just how it is."
His jaw tightened, and there was a soft grumble, almost a growl. They were poking at things he didn't like to discuss, coming close to fucking uncomfortable things, and Marcus wasn't good at that. Instinct said to ignore the question and start flying, but he couldn't fly the way he wanted with Tracey. There was no fucking way he'd fly like the bruiser he was with a woman he respected.
"Course I am," he said after short consideration, and it was a lie but he did his damnedest not to show that. He'd been raised better than that. He could lie flat out with a straight face. "You're his wife, Tracey. He's just a bloody good fuck for me."