"Note taken," Will replied, then reeled it back. "Santa Claus has a gay son? The things you learn. But if they're fucking a lot, as is clearly your wish, you're going to get sick of sleeping on the sofa. Although my mate Stutely has been sleeping on Tuck's sofa for the last six months it feels like, and he seems to be okay with it. I suppose it's better than a hard cot in a basement cage, though." He shrugged.