[ Though it would be natural to jump up and deny what Harry was saying about Nathan, Adrien held his tongue. Mostly because it dawned on him that for as well as he knew Drake, there were and awful lot of holes in the details. The stark memory of Nathan's 20 year old punk ass, sticky fingered self came to mind.

The scissors continued to do their job, though Adrien advised in a dry tone. ]

Grab on down here, would you? I don't need an introduction to your junk at this time.

[ He'd pause to let Harry grab his pants, before he finished off the jean surgery. ]

I'm asking you, so let's go with your estimation.