"Only reason," he answered. He really didn't care who served him as long as they were willing or paid. He'd take either one. "Says who? I always appreciate when people clean after me and I know how to say thank you. I can appreciate it without doing it." He shrugged. "How would I know? Your people are the ones who said that my mother here is a CIA agent. She might have been one home or maybe not. Who knows."
Robert bit his lip, trying not to laugh. "And you would hurt your brother's friends? Tsk, tsk, some of them are very good friends, we grew up together, although you'll have more problems with the women. My friends are... really friendly, especially at the right party." That pretty much defined any party at his house.
He shook his head. "They aren't friends. They are colleagues, at least for the outside world, and besides, we know you're weird. My friends at the Air Force do it. Not so much once I got promoted, but still, you get off a plane, there is touching, clapping." He waited just a moment and then he put his arm back, although this time the pressure was fake, and he was balancing on his own, because he knew that G would try something. "I'm a football player, a frat boy and a pilot. Which of the three made you come to the conclusion that I don't touch people? I don't hug strangers, but slapping a friend on the ass is pretty much normal," he said. He leaned over and he gave G a very loud kiss on the kiss, laughing the entire time. "You just have to get used to learn when it's okay behavior, like at home or at a party with friends, and when it's not, like in a fancy cafe in Monte Carlo."