Sir. With all due respect, I am relatively young, male, Aurellian, aesthetically pleasing, and your personal butler. I am going to be their target whether you like it or not.
But understand, their ridicule means nothing to me. Their implications don't hurt me as they would you a Clovennian. What can Tucker Belmont possibly say about me, other than to imply that I sometimes sleep with men? Even if he were wrong, I would hardly feel ashamed. I have nothing to be ashamed of. And therefore the power is mine.
Let me be the target. There is little he can do to me beyond vague inconveniences.