Zeke did wonder why his brother felt the need to direct him towards the kitchen area but it became abundantly clear when Nikki came out with what he did. He was asking them what they'd screwed up on? Well that was funny, really funny. He took a slow calming breath and rummaged in the fridge, fingers latching around a few cans of soda, one for him and one for his brother. They didn't drink on the job, never had and never would.
He reclined back against a nearby surface before he tossed a can to Breccan, dark eyes lifting to regard Nikki slowly and calculating as if he were picking him apart and identifying areas of weakness that could be exploited if they weren't on the same side. Thankfully they were and Zeke wasn't sadistic enough that he'd cross a line with other hunters. "He was weak," Zeke supplied helpfully. "Didn't hold up too well under my special kind of attention."
Zeke took a sip and he snorted at his brother's words. "Delicate isn't our area of expertise, Nikki. I think you'll find that's more your area of expertise." His lips curled into a cold smile one completely void of humour before he was prowling out of the kitchen and moving in slow languid movements through the studio apartment.
"So how about you do what we need and we get out of your hair, hm?"