[Corrigan doesn't verbally respond, but he does arch both eyebrows as high as they can go, with his most skeptical expression. He knows damn well what that translates to -- Greg treats them like they're fragile, breakable, like something he can put on a shelf when he doesn't want to deal with them anymore.

In all the years he's known Kurt, Corrigan’s never once seen them enjoy being handled with kid gloves. They've always demanded more, harder, faster. They're the strongest, most ferocious person he knows, and they insist on being treated like that.

So he sits on the edge of the bed, tugs Kurt to stand in between his spread legs and looks up at them calmly.] So go. Go find him and tell him all about me. Have me thrown out of here and never worry about being disrespected again. [He releases Kurt's wrists, settles his hands on their hips, starting to ease down their rumpled pants.]

If that's what you really want... [Then he pauses, lifting his chin.] But if you stay, I'm not letting you go again. This is your last chance, baby.