Stephen blinked. That made sense in a sort of Slytherin way, and yet he wanted nothing to do with it, because it failed to take the most important thing into consideration. "When you were an arsehole all the times, you weren't happy."
He chuckled and then leaned closer to bite Adrian's lip. "The girls think that we're adorable, their words not mine, or that we're freaks. Either way, they don't bother me. The boys... there might be one or two, but I think they are too afraid of you anyway."
Stephen sighed happily and nodded. "Okay, we'll start with one." They'd get to two. He remembered all too well the days when Adrian would have said no to even one. Things changed, and Adrian would see things his way, eventually. "You would have enjoyed a brother or sister; I can guarantee it, but it doesn't matter."