"Look, Aria," Marcus said, still fired up. "I know you want to go everywhere I go, but let's get one thing entirely clear. That absolutely does not give you an automatic pass to go everywhere I go, on every mission I have. If I need a partner or backup, I certainly will tell you...."
"Drink your firewhiskey, Mate," Angus told him, shoving the glass at him. "And then shut up before you say something you wish you hadn't said. And then let's go run to get it out of our system. A lap or four around the running course should just about take care of it."
"If you don't bleed out on your lap around the track," Marcus said.
"I'm not going to bleed out. Drink up, and lets go."
"Robert's going to castrate you if he sees you on the track."
"Well, that will solve that whole problem of us having a dozen more kids, won't it," Angus said dryly, unmoved. He swallowed his whiskey, and seeing Marcus hadn't drunken his, Angus took Marcus's glass, drank it down himself in one gulp, and then transfigured his clothes to running clothes. He apparated out.
"I'm gonna kill him," Marcus muttered, transfiguring his own clothes and apparating out to go find him.