"But you just thought you outed Isaac to me by accident," Marc pointed out, despite the fact that outing Isaac to him would've been impossible, and fuck but this logic was getting bloody well convoluted. "Shite happens. Obviously. Specially when you're pissed."
He blinked at her, because sense had now fled entirely. "Fuck no. Levitate." He grinned suddenly. "Ought to've brought the broom. Could fucking well fly. Flying pissed is brill, if you're good enough." He blinked again, then more seriously added, since he'd finally figured out what she'd said, "M'only sending folks to Azkaban if they deserve it. S'not my part of the job, anyroad."