The girl was really going at it and Lysander pulled back a bit. If this was how she always acted Lysander couldn’t understand why Leland had run off. Of course his idiot brother listened to his heart most of the time, doing what he thought was just and right and trying never to hurt a fly. It was no way to get ahead in life and no way to get what one wanted. Lysander could be cunning and ruthless, despite the warm and friendly face he showed most others. Whatever the situation warranted he could do, if it meant getting his way.
“Hey, hey…” Lysander lifted her face from moving any further down his body, looking into her eyes. Was she really so drunk she mistook his grey ones for the mismatched pair he brother sported? “You sure this is what you want?” And if she said no Lysander hadn’t really lost anything anyway, if she said yes, well then at least he was sure this didn’t count as rape. His hand held her face gently, almost as if he even cared for her. Almost.