With the twins on either side of him being pissed, and Gor across from him watching with interest, Slav was most definitely out numbered.
Still, his eyes widened comically when Nik took away his magazine, and made sure he could not take it back. Even if he felt like tackling his oldest brother in attempt to free the spotless Hot Rod issue, he was not dumb enough to think that he could either a) beat Nik to the punch and get away in time or b) survive. Nik had an inch and a good deal of heavy muscle on him. While Slav was mostly lank and light muscle.
At Nik's threat, the middle brother behaved, for fear of his precious car magazine being damaged. He knew that his brother would do it too, and it was not a boundary he wanted to press. Usually he had little trouble getting along with just about anyone, but there was just something about siblings that made them all go on either the defensive or offensive.
Reverting, despite his adult age (he thought), to a childlike pout, Slav took one of his cookies and dipped it in his milk. As he took a bite of the warm, drenched cookie, he grumbled, "It might."