"Yes, that doesn't meant that I want to think about you fucking other, especially women. The men-" He shrugged. "I can get behind that, or in front or under or on top. It's so much better to imagine," he said, chuckling." Patrick looked at Marcus, smiling. "It doesn't really bother me, but that doesn't mean I want to watch, except for a few scenarios that I could come up with."
"I don't really drink unless you count sparkling water and one glass per night, dancing is mostly foreplay, and I always keep an eye on things." He thought for a moment, but then he knew it was going to ask, because it had been on his mind since meeting Colin. "Speaking of keeping an eye and bother, when I was talking to Colin, he was telling me all about Mac and things back when Mac was a kid, and I told him that things have changed, but what I kept thinking was that Mac probably doesn't want to be saddle with a seventeen year old kid who doesn't know shit, and-" He was pretty sure that this was the most confusing explanation he'd ever given Marcus, and decided to make it simple. "Was I ever a bother? Am I? If you don't want me around so much, it's fine. You can just tell me."
Patrick shook his head at the suggestion. "It's the Minister's house. I'm sure there's plenty of security and someone will find out if we disappear somewhere. I can behave for a few hours, even if I don't want to."
He grinned thinking of Eva and running things. "She'll do fine. She's probably not the best if you have a party for the rich and famous. I doubt diplomacy is her forte, but she'll do fine here." He smirked. "I know everyone. I met her through Mal," he added after a moment.