"Of course I'm a fucking arse," Hyperion told her with complete sincerity. "I was raised to be emotionally constipated, just like you, so I fall back on being a sarcastic prick when all else fails. I do it, you do it, our parents do it, our siblings do it." He tilted his head at her and smiled mirthlessly. "Behold the joys of generations of selective inbreeding, sister."
He moved out of the way, vastly amused at the shoulder bump from his diminutive sister. Not that he wasn't aware that she could be quite lethal if she needed to be - her records in the Aurory made that abundantly clear - but more because it was such a pointless gesture. "I'd rather not, incest is definitely not my thing."
"Welcome to Hallow House," he said to her as he quietly shut the door, watching her whirl around to look at the abundant displays of wealth. He didn't even bother to respond, merely looked at her. Afterall he was of the experience that whenever someone said 'I'm not judging' that they in fact usually were.
Hyperion arched an eyebrow at the sudden explosion of brogue, but remained silent, gesturing for her to continue.