"Oh, come on, you're telling me you and Kenny haven't at least checked each other out?"
"Saddam, I'm warning you, drop it," Damien growled. His Father had threatened to take his powers away if he used them on Saddam again, and he was having great difficulties restraining himself.
"You sleep in the same bed!"
"We sleep in the same bed because there aren't any others, asshole!"
"Hey, don't call me an asshole, you little bitch!"
"Then don't wind me up!"
Saddam laughed at him, and cooed mockingly, "Awwww, but Damien, I've seen the way you look at him..."
"Shut up."
"...and I don't blame you, really, he's such a sweet little thing, so innocent, I can see why anyone would want to take advantage of him..."
"I will blast you into that wall, I mean it. I don't care what my dad says."
"...and you get so possessive of him." Saddam finished, his eyes glinting. "Admit that, at least. You can't stand all his friends and family up there. You want him all to yourself."
"I can't stand his friends and family because they treat him like shit, and I want you to shut up."
"He might die today, Damien. It's been a while. Hell, he might even kill himself just to be with you, just for one more night with you..."
"Listen, you sick, twisted pervert, a] Kenny is eight years old, b] none of it is any of your fucking business; if you find it hot, keep your fantasies to yourself and stop trying to make them real, and c] we share the bed but we don't do anything!"
"Oh, whatever. I can just imagine how tempting it would be, lying so close, him all vulnerable while he's sleeping..."
"Something's wrong with you."
"...you with your mad little powers, him so kinky and sex-obsessed..."
"I'm not listening any more."
"Come oooon, don't tell me you haven't thought about it! I know we've never been the best of friends, Damien, but you can tell me, I'll understand. Surely you've thought about how fucking wonderful it'd be to just slam him up against the wall and- "
"Shut. Up."
"Look around you, kid! Anything goes down here! Anything and everything! Kenny'd love it!"
Damien stood up and, barely restraining the urge to form a fireball, stormed away.
"You better not tattle on me to your dad, either!" He yelled after him.
He sighed, and drummed his fingertips on the table irritably. Keep your fantasies to yourself and stop trying to make them real. That was the stupidest thing he'd ever heard. He sat there for a while, when suddenly Kenny materialised before him, blood on his parka, still looking a little dazed.
"Kenny!" He cried happily. Maybe all hope wasn't lost. "I've just been talking to Damien..."