Castor nodded, listening while looking out the window to keep an eye out for Pol. He wasn't about to miss his brother, not now, even though he was fairly certain that Iris would do a better job of looking than he would.
"Hey thanks chica," he answered, rather pleased, and took his eyes away from the window to give Iris a smile. "It's nice of you to teach about us. Do you tell about the time Pol boxed Amycus? 'Cause dude that was awesome. Man you should've seen him. He was so damn fast and that Bebryce didn't know what hit him." He sighed, thinking of how capable his brother was, how strong, and he was sure that if he left, Pol would not spend his time getting dead drunk and whining to every random person on the Internet.