"Please. If we need someone to convince people of the pleasures of arse play, you've got seniority. I'll defer to you in that matter." Kian tipped his hat to him, metaphorically, then leaned forward to pick up the lighter Taliesin had left on his desk earlier, before he'd start tearing through things to find it. He lit it and held it out for the man. Probably easier when someone whose hands didn't shake did it.

"Threesome, prostitution, some fun faggotry... Won't be a boring day for the jury." Which, he supposed, was all that really mattered to Taliesin. Maybe he had a point, at least in this case.