Marcus snorted. "S'what I thought." Hadn't thought about Mil and blokes or birds before tonight, and just as quickly decided he wasn't going to think about it after tonight, either. S'just not what he needed to think about.
"Better be a Floo." Now that the conversation about being fucking bent (and feelings and Isaac even if he knew Millicent had no fucking clue they were even talking about Isaac), Marcus could relax. He held his drink loosely in his hand (fourth? fifth drink? he'd lost count) and stretched his long legs under the table as he leaned back. "M'not apparating home. Might splinch off something I need."