Marcus blinked, not liking the twist in his gut he was getting at this conversation. Even if he'd made his own decisions and thought he knew how things might turn out in the end, he didn't like this, and didn't like the weak feeling of his stomach twisting painfully.
"No fucking clue how long it'll take to change, but sounds like you don't want to do this even if the Ministry didn't give a fuck that we're bent," he said, jaw tight and tone careful. "M'married. You still need to be married. Can't avoid that shite. Leaves us third for each other."