Son of a Witch

"Been to it twice and I'd go a third time and pick an even more embarrassing suit," Tommy promises.

But yes, the buffet.

"When you phrased it as 'more than mentor' it was a lot, okay? Like, I don't need to know if you're sparring partners with benefits or whatever. Hell I still don't know your status with him. But there was food. You can't talk about potential sex when there is food!"

It's a rule. Even for Tommy. Food and fucking are different realms. Never shall the two meet. At least not if you don't want to put your high caloric need twin off his meal.

But... he sighs.

"Why would I judge you when I'm the fucking easy ass whore in the family?"