"You know I can't... even if I want to. There's a difference between putting a privacy spell and disappearing." He was pretty sure that his father would find out and then he'd be questioned. "You're almost as good looking as me. I'll admit that," he teased. "I already have the one who interests me here."
Stephen shrugged. "I don't need presents. I need a warm place with nothing to do. I don't care about things." He thought that was one of the beauty of growing up rich: you didn't need people to buy you things. You could always get what you wanted.
"I was thinking of more people to shag per night," he said, laughing. "I'll remember that it's one per night."