"I don't expect him to," Roger commented honestly. Roger really didn't expect Arran to ever stop being angry with him. In fact, Roger didn't think Arran should ever stop being angry with him. What Roger had done had been shitty. Really, really shitty and he had known the risks. Had known that it could very well end the closest friendship he had ever had. But it also had been a risk worth taking if it meant that Arran wouldn't end up stuck with Cariad for--well, presumably until they got divorced years later as she crushed his heart into tiny pieces and probably took him for all he was worth. Roger felt he had chosen the best possible option. Most people would probably disagree. "I'm not sure you can ever knowing shag someone's girlfriend and for it not to be at least somewhat malicious," Roger stated finally. He got Daphne's point, he just didn't think she was right.
Turning slightly so he could look Daphne up-and-down, very quite obviously, Roger pursed his lips slightly. "You're still plenty of attractive to marry," he assured her. "Maybe what you need is a--" And there Roger paused, frowning slightly. "What the fuck do you call a man that marries a gay woman?" He asked honestly unsure. He assumed Daphne would know, since she was, after all, a gay woman. "Though, good luck with the cat thing," Roger offered.