"There's a huge difference. You got into my pants at their age. They never will," Stephen said with a grin. "And no, you can't pay me to flirt. It's just... yeah, let's not mention payment for anything remotely sexual, yeah?" Except that even as he said it, it really didn't hurt anymore. "Or, we can. I don't really care anymore," he said, smiling. "I guess something else I owe to you."
Stephen nodded. "All right, you know him better than me, and you got good instincts." He didn't mention that his instincts worked better with Slytherins. "And you're right, he can't keep against your will."