"Oh, it bloody well counts!" Lysander growled and looked around the room with his peripherals for some sort of make-shift weapon in case Eward charged at him or if the control on his anger suddenly broke and he wanted to beat his little brother senseless.

"I don't know what you did to drive Katherine away, or why you are sleeping around again and back to your old ways, but you should be begging her to take you back. Do something to win her heart again, if it is, in fact, lost," he suggested, taking a deep breath and grabbing the trousers that were discarded on the floor and tossed them at Eward. "Unless you just want to be a down right fuck. Then you never deserved her."