"Oh, sorry, I shall endeavour to support your illogical approach to life... actually no, I won't. Really, baby, I'd love to, but I can't even say it. It makes no sense, and I'm not going along with it," he said with a grin.
"But the desk can be oh so very useful. You can write on it, do research, bend someone over and fuck him senseless," he said with a straight face, "but you can touch all you want." He sucks on Adrian's earlobe. "I think showing them what to do might make things easier for all of us. I don't want to take over your companies. I just- I don't know, I want things to be done right." He rolled his eyes at the rest. "Baby if they are anything like you, they'll blame you forever, even after we die. Isn't that what you'd tell them anyway? Blame someone else." Of course, Stephen would make sure that it didn't happen. Teaching them about responsibilities would be his job.