"You bloody well know I can't make a portkey for dust, you git, even if I was in the business of making them illegally," he winked. "And as for sex in alleys, perhaps I have. Perhaps I've just decided to keep some things to myself." He was still grinning, and was enjoying the buzz of his drink.
"Now you just listen here, Cassius," he said with a smirk, using his friend's hated full name, "I can get them if I want to, but I was merely lamenting the fact that my wife didn't oblige me. Anyway, that bastard named Montague was supposed to get me a harem for my birthday, but he was too busy knocking up his wife to care about his best mate's needs."