"Oh, I know," Angus sighed. "He just got overly aggressive with it."
"I did not," Marcus laughed, amused. "You were a right foul mess. Better me than to let Robert do it, or even worse, Nigel."
"Nigel is a bloody barbarian," Angus grumbled.
"Well, he must have surely skipped all the coursework about Bedside Manner because he has none. I'll agree with you there," Marcus said.
"You know, if we could find that out, we might have blackmail material," Angus said.
"No we wouldn't," Marcus said. "Your theory has one problem. Nigel Sigworth has no bedside manner at all, and he doesn't give a damn. You can't blackmail a man about something he doesn't give a rip about."
"Did you ever wonder who would win a game of chess between Robert and Nigel?" Angus asked.
"No. Robert would win. Hands down," Marcus said.
"Why do you say that?"
"Nigel is up front, candid, truthful. You always know where you stand with him. He does not have Robert's ability to be sneaky. If you get right down to it, Robert is one of the sneakiest men you'll ever meet in your life. Its why he has the job he has. They can't find anyone else to out-sneak him."
"Well, you have a point there," Angus said, yawning. Marcus went to make the check on the doors and windows, and when he came back, he found Angus asleep with the potions cup still in his hand, the last little bit of the pain potion still in the cup. Marcus went upstairs to start packing up his things and Aria's in the bedroom while the house was quiet.