Barty hadn't thought too much about Evan's thoughts on the issue except that such a thing, without the other, was not allowed. And really, he was past the stage of fucking politicians. Sure his memories were almost all positive, and even the less than Barty generally tended to laugh at. But not anymore. Barty shrugged after the first question, uncertain exactly of what it all meant.
He did manage to laugh at the comment about apron strings. If Barty were doing any such thing, pulling Evan in, it hadn't been truly conscious about it. But the comment about Nin's monkey made Barty raise an eyebrow amused. "As long as you don't distract my people too much," he replied lightly, "Not paying them to fuck. Never really got whores." Paying for sex? Getting paid? Either way, no, never.
But really, even the suggestion of heterosexual sex was enough to turn his mind off it. "Started an orgy...party, something in the middle, in Brighton last weekend," Barty replied with a small smirk, "Spiked the booze with a fun little drug." And had it himself. And a lot of sex.