Justin flinched again. Finch was his mother's name. Nobody ever called him that. It was too close a reminder that he was related to such a terrible woman. "Well, like I told y-" He stopped, about to say 'your brother.' "Like I told someone the other day, if you've seen one nubile cabana boy, you've seen them all. I guess it doesn't make a difference as long as it's a mouth on your cock, though." He raised his mug in a toast, smiling mischievously, and took another long drink.