"Why are we here? Lance, you know I don't like all these official meeting styles." Zen asked as he threw himself into the chair with an ungraceful slouch, his posture careless while both his brothers sat straight-backed, shoulders squared as though carrying the weight of the world.
He glanced at them and his lips twisted into a smirk before he let out a long loud sigh, "I am the one who doesn't even have anyone to blow my load into, and yet, it is the two of you who look all frustrated, like the world itself has wronged you."
He tilted his head and continued. "Lance… you are hopeless since your desires are locked away so tightly even you can't find the key anymore. But you, Kael!" Zen leaned forward, pointing lazily, as though the accusation amused him "You disappoint me the most, with that beauty sleeping under your roof every night, a temptation within reach. You should not have been so uptight for this long. Even a saint would have broken by now."
