"Who needs to jerk off when there are people around that you can fuck?" he asked with a cocky smile on his face. "You need to keep up with the rules or you'll be really left off, jerking off because you can't find people willing to put up with you."
Robert nodded. "As long as Specter knows that he's cleaning bathrooms and not bitching at me, we're good." Especially, because he might have to put the man in his place and explain how a few millions saved over years of practice did not make him rich or entitled, but just a wannabe.
"People think I'm nice. Or the right people think I'm nice," he said. "The point is to make friend with the people that count and not give a damn about everyone else." Here, only G really counted, and by extension the people he thought important. Robert gave Vance and Hetty the respect they deserved because of the position they held, but that was different from being nice.
"We live together, because my brother decided that we would, not because we're married," Robert pointed out. "My best friend doesn't ask me, just like I wouldn't ask him. If there are financial problem, you make sure to pay for both until things are solved, but to discuss money – that's just tacky, and that includes discussing how they feel because of those financial problems." It would mean admitting that there problem and that was a no-no. "All right, we're both fine, we both have room next to each other, and you'll tie a handkerchief to the door knob when you're shagging so I don't ruin your fantasies, and if I have problems, I'll come and talk to you." Right after hell froze over, pigs started to fly and the end of the world arrived.