Isaac clenched his fists, his anger rising. He had never been scared of Marcus and it didn't occur to him to be that way now that he was much shorter than the other man.
He reached out and pushed Marcus back and frowned. He realised in that moment how much smaller than the other man he was and he didn't like it. "Don't get your fucking knickers in a bunch, Flint. It's me. I swear. Shite." He ducked around Marcus and strode to where he knew the firewhiskey was, completely unconcerned with his nudity.
"How the fuck did I end up like this? Stop growling like an oaf and fucking help me." He poured a measure of the alcohol and tossed it back easily. He didn't feel like a woman, he still felt like Isaac.. except different.