"He's your brother, you are right about that. But unlike you, he isn't a sick fuck." Anthony gave another tug to the locks in his hand, rather surprised by how much he liked having the upper hand for just this minute.
He did let go of Tristan though and smiled. "I know how you struggle with money. You couldn't afford another potion on a photographers income. But, really, how much satisfaction are you going to get that knowing when he fucks you,either one of them, its manufactured. Someone had to magically create love for you because you couldn't get it for yourself." What he didn't tell Tristan was that he had two of his own love potions sitting at the bottom of his trunk. One of which he had considered using on Taff.