"You mean I'm not allowed to sleep till midday and ignore my son or daughter completely, leave them to get fed by the house elves?" Adrian deadpanned. "Baby, I had no intention of using them as a parenting guide. And sure, whatever you want. Just don't let him cry on me."
He sat up and tucked into his meal, the onion gravy perfect as usual. He could barely keep his manners in check with how hungry he was but he just about managed to, eating quickly and looking over at Stephen as he spoke. "Can we not discuss him? I'm sure he probably has some diabolical plan up his sleeve, he usually does, but as long as it doesn't affect me or you, I don't care. Really, I don't."