This was getting ridiculous. The only way to salvage this situation, was to toss aside the pretense. Anthony had no magic. He was essentially a muggle. Why was he even indulging the boy.
"Anthony, I wonder if you appreciate how difficult it is to sit here and listen to you," he said calmly. It was thrilling to tip his hand so casually. It had been a long time. "You've lost your magic and all you can obsess over is whether or not you want to fuck this boy or that boy. Where are your priorities, son? It's probably just as well that you have no magic anymore, with that kind of awful judgment." He stood slowly and drew his wand. "I think this might be quite fun, actually, now that I think about it. I can tell you all about why your friend Stephen is so distraught if you'd like."