'Distinction, hmm? Show off.' Flint raised an eyebrow, visually checking George over, even though he claimed to be alright. Patting Mac as he nosed his hand, Marcus smiled slightly at the following words. 'I will. Just in case.' He'd had a distrust of apparation ever since his cousin had splinched most of his internal organs trying to escape a vanishing cabinet.
His jaw clenched and the smile faded at mention of a girl, Marcus' fingers stilled in George's hair and he wondered why the hell the red head was talking about this. Ah, didn't want her. Which meant George wanted him instead. Oh, this was getting complicated and he very much doubted Twink would remember any of this conversation in the morning.
'We've been introduced, yes.' Marc glanced at the bottle, 'bring him with you if you want.'
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