"I don't think you want me to ask Charlie. I might get jealous and then you'd suffer a terrible accident," he said, serious, before turning to Charlie. "And you? I can't believe you. You're talking about traditions, pictures and family, and you go around shagging underage boys. Aren't there laws about that?"
He reached over and grabbed Charlie's glass. "You owe me for dipping your dick somewhere else." He barely touched wet his lips, before putting the glass down and winking at Charlie.
"And you, if you start singing and annoy my dragons, you won't becomes famous, and we can use the piano as wood for the fire." He backhanded Charlie's arm. "And stop looking at that piano, old man. You might fall down and hurt yourself."