Castor laughs. "Right. It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye. Then it's fun and games, but you can more efficiently play the role of the pirate. So really, it's even more fun and games." He starts contemplating how easily he could lose an eye and pretend it was on accident purely for the eye patch legitimacy... "She acts like 70% of the girls backstage at any rock show," He agrees with Nina, laughing a little. Of course, Castor wouldn't really know. Vile Hour wasn't exactly aimed towards women who came to pine over him. Most of them wanted pictures with Nichole, or were lesbian women pining over her... Sometimes he did get a few gay men after him, though. That was always fun. "I love you, too, darling," he whispers back, kissing her cheek softly. "Erica still has feelings for both you and Nichole? Wow. Talk about somebody who shouldn't be in a serious relationship..." He smirks. He always thought that before you got into another relationship, you should make sure all the feelings from your former one was gone. Erica definitely didn't seem to live by those rules.

Castor laughs a little, staring at Nina, picturing her with an eyepatch. He grins. "You'd look fucking sexy with an eyepatch," he comments, smiling as he pictures her in a full pirate get up. Definitely sexy. He found classy women like Nina attractive. Women like Faith Browdy - while they may be physically attractive - did not attract him at all. He shakes his head at the mention of Kai Rollins. Men like him gave the whole male gender a bad name. "Yeah, I'll call Faith tomorrow and ask. I'm sure she must have somebody up her sleeve that could help us out when we tour." He lets out another sad sigh when he thinks of Nichole and Erica. It was hard for him to think of anybody considering Nichole "the one." Even when he had his infatuation period with her, he recognized that it was an infatuation and that they'd be horrible together. Nichole was horrible with every person she ever dated. Castor should know - he witnessed them all. He even thought about warning Sam before he married Nichole about Nichole's past, but they seemed so happy, he couldn't imagine the past repeating itself. Now it seemed like it was... He shakes his head. "Yeah. There's no way we can let that happen. That's just a disaster. Even worse now that there are kids involved."

Castor also starts imagining Nina with a peg leg, and shivers a little. "Yeah, no. Let's... not ever do that..." He agrees, shaking his head. "You don't even really need to lose an eye. Just wear the eyepatch. We're not going for authenticity here, just sexiness." He winks and laughs. "Right, because I'm sure that Faith hires out druggies who teach kids how to earn quick money on the streets," he says back sarcastically. He knew that Faith wasn't exactly the type of girl you take home to mother, and that she definitely did drugs herself, but he was always surprised by what a respectable business she ran. He had never heard a bad review about Stella Staffing since it's beginnings. Thinking about Nichole and Erica again, he shrugs. "Let's be honest, though. If they got together, is there anything we could do to stop them?" He knew how stubborn Nichole was, and the girl definitely knew how to get her way. There would be no stopping her if she put her mind to it....

Castor shakes his head immediately. "Bowler hats are different, though. They require class and elegance. Eyepatches just require a face." He winks in case Nina takes any sort of offense to that, but he totally meant every word of it. His hats were sacred. He stretches out a little on the couch and sighs. "I don't know... Maybe we're being too pessimistic. Those kids were going to turn out fucked up anyway, just look at whose raising them. If the combination of parents changed, they would still be pretty weird kids..." He laughs a little. It was sad that that was him looking at this situation optimistically.

Castor grins and wraps his arms around Nina, kissing her softly. "I love it when you wear my hats, darling... and only my hats..." He kisses her again and smiles. He loved his wife so much, it was daunting to him sometimes. She was so sweet and intelligent and wise, and yet so beautiful. Castor always felt like the luckiest person on earth with her. "Yeah, I guess you did get the pick," He says back with a wink, laughing a little. "Nothing would have made Nichole normal, though. If anything, all this did was give her more of an excuse to act out because she knew that Sam would never leave her if she did."

Castor laughs a little when Nina teases him, kissing her nose softly. Damn, they were a cute couple. The type of couple that when you see them in public, you think, 'Are they allowed to act like that? Is that not illegal? It should be.' But you kind of don't want them to stop, because it gives you reassurance that love isn't dead, and some people can still find happiness. That was the type of couple that Castor and Nina were. "Sam is a nice chap," Castor agrees, becoming more and more upset by the idea of Nichole and Erica hooking up together by the minute. He sighs. "I don't know, Nina. Life and people are just... weird sometimes..."

"Yeah... Virginia is a smart girl, though. She'll find a good guy to be with. And if we keep going on tour without her and leaving her with my mom, she's sure to have daddy issues, and subconsciously seek out somebody who reminds her of me. So maybe us leaving her for months at a time is a good thing." He winks and chuckles a bit. Dark humor like that was his favorite. You can be dark as hell, yet still be charming. He liked that. Castor sighs a bit. He didn't like thinking about the fact that Ada and Erich had a baby on the way, but sometimes it was hard not to. It was a terrifying thought to have. Neither Ada nor Erich seemed to know what they were going to be up against. He lets out another sigh, thinking about what the aftermath of Nichole and Erica is going to be like. "We should just kill one of them," he says simply. "That will save everybody from that pain. Just... BAM. Done."

"Don't. No. Stop. Stop saying those thoughts outloud," Castor says immediately, throwing his hands in the air. The thought of his daughter with somebody his age or - especially - the thought of her with Kai Rollins was enough to make him vomit. He shivers and shakes his head. "On second thought, how about we just not let her ever date ever. Just keep her locked up in our apartment. We could homeschool her. Whatever." He lets out a small moan and the sighs, nodding. "Erica is perfect. Nichole would yell that guttural yell she has the moment she suspects something, and then it would be the big house for us..."

Castor laughs a little bit. As much as he wants to keep his daughter innocent, he knows that she'll probably grow up to be a mini-Nichole. A few years ago, he would have thought that that was perfect. Now he wants anything but that. Castor chuckles a little as well when Nina kisses his finger tips. She was always so sexy to him, no matter what. "Right... good. Kill Erich. And then set Ada up with a single psychologist. Then MAYBE that child will turn out alright." He laughs a little, although the utter corruption that Ada and Erich's child will be shouldn't be anything to laugh about. "We should help them out a little bit when they do have the baby..." He starts. "They're the last people that should be raising children alone."

Castor ponders the idea of Virginia and one of Nichole's children hooking up. He would prefer that to her hooking up with somebody her father's age, so he couldn't complain too much. Of course, if Nichole's children ended up being anything like Nichole herself, he would prefer it that Virginia didn't accidentally fall in love with one of them. "Isn't that sad? If our children ever rebelled against us, it would mean that they would be... boring... and normal..." He laughs a little. The more he thought about it, the more he started to get used to the idea of Virginia having a normal life. At least he wouldn't have to worry about her all the time if she worked as a stock broker or a banker. "I think we just naturally attract crazy people to us because we're such a beacon of normality to them. We're just weird enough to be 'one of them,' but just normal enough to play the parential figures to all of them."