Isaac clenched his jaw and frowned as he finished applying the cream and sat back. He dropped the tin of salve onto a bedside table and crossed his arms over his chest. "You think I fucking like it? You think it is easy for me?" He curled his lip in disgust. "I liked it here, how bloody comfortable it all was but the truth is you bloody well need that fucking job with the Ministry and I won't let Isolde fall under suspicion if it gets out that we are .." He broke off and scrubbed a hand through his hair.
"Too many people know about it already." He had trusted a few people with the truth and he was sure that once the secret was out, it would spread. No way did he want his sister frowned upon for being married to someone bent. "How do you think the bloody Ministry will respond to this?" He was angry, frustrated.