"No, I make that sound because you're a stubborn bastard who doesn't ask for help when he should," he said. "Why didn't you owl me?"
Patrick snorted. "You don't get to blame this on me, because I know for a fact that you were at the club yesterday, and god, I'm so sorry about that. I swear I knew nothing about that. Whatever she said, I had no idea. I don't care about the flat, I don't want deeds, contracts, and whatever she asked you, forget about it."
He got into bed with Marcus, propped on his elbow as he stared at Marcus. "I'm really, really sorry, and I'm make it up to you any way you want. I'll be your slave forever, but her boy toy told her about us, and she asked me, and I didn't want to lie to her, but I convinced her not to kill you, so that's very good, and I don't think she'll tell Dad, which is great, unless she changes her mind, and God, did I mention that I'm sorry."