"Yes, I'm sure that your seven years of education were a great imposition on your life style," he teased, before reaching to brush Adrian's lips. "It doesn't matter, baby, don't get upset over nothing. Arguing interferes with that sensible fucking that you'd like to do."
Stephen sat up and summoned his tea. It was warm and he had reached for his wand to heat it up. "I don't know anything about Seamus. Terry hasn't mentioned anything." He gave Adrian a smile. "McLaggen has his own harem now?" One day he'd stop disliking the man, possibly in another twenty years or so. Maybe. "I'll speak to Terry this afternoon."