"You have been. One might think you don't like me anymore," he said. Smile and kisses rendered the words meaningless as Blaise took his time, sliding his hands down Scorpius' side. This was much comfortable when you were in something thick and soft at the same time. "Satellites pick up houses and people. If they can't pick us up, they can't hurt us and the American Air Force is the one that controls a lot of satellites. If those don't work, none of them work, making us safe from Muggle weapons. I did not know all of this yesterday," he admitted. "And yes, it's hardly gossip when we all have eyes. I think that's true for everything. Even Rita couldn't make a living here."
He smirked. "I'd like to be mean and say that I fucked, and while I admit thinking about it, just to fuck with Potter, I haven't fucked any of his kids." He snorted. "You know, even a four bedroom, which would give you all that you want, would not be that hard to take care of. It's not like the villa with the bedrooms, the pool, the two kitchens, the extra rooms. You can manage."