"Wait... wha?" Russell blinked at him. Not so much angry as confused. "I got the you're in love with Carrick part. You're very lucky I'm not the jealous type, by the way."
But he felt slow, like he was missing something important. "But you want me to be angry at you and you betrayed him somehow." He rolled that around in his head for a moment. "Oh. Oh...." he said eyes widening as it dawned on them why they were standing in full view of Carrick's bedroom windows. He gave the windows a glance, Carrick wasn't looking, so Russ turned his back to them and confronted Hermes.
Russ got the picture finally. Letting out a blood curdling roar, he shifted his arms and grabbed the fae by the neck, pinning him against one of the tall pines near the house. He did his best to play act angry. If he had been really angry, he could easily tear the boy to ribbons. "Tell me now..." he growled.