"I was a bit healthier when I played quidditch, but I enjoy my vices. I need my daily dose of caffeine, nicotine and grease. Top it with sex and I call it a perfect day," he grinned. He wasn't sure that he could quit any one of them even if he wanted to, however, he didn't smoke as much when Patrick was around. He was the only person that he would put one out for.
Marcus slipped an arm around Patrick, sipping champagne with his free hand. "It's bloody ridiculous. Are you actually going to pretend to be monogamous? He knows that you aren't." Patrick had told him that the last time they had spoken, when Marcus had shown up in the morning. He still worried, but he also wanted his time.