Finley Melville ♛ Crowley (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} swelltricks) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} thereincarnates, |
...honestly, that was the best introduction that Bren could have thought of for himself, too, so he just shrugged and grinned, and didn't offer any more explanation than that. They'd probably have plenty of time for trading that kind of story later. And Bren was going to insist on a lot more to drink before he got into the details of it. Look, sometimes being a prince actually was hard, but usually just when it involved trolls. He was kind of hoping that his days that involved trolls were over for good, thanks to Hannah, but he wasn't going to count out the possibility that there'd be someone else coming looking for revenge, eventually. There was always someone looking for revenge.
At least they knew how to take care of that, now, him and Hannah. They wouldn't really have to worry about trolls again, as long as they had plenty of soapy water to throw at them. Which wasn't even the weirdest thing that Bren had thought that night. "Nice to meet you, David. Sorry about the demon thing." Or maybe not so sorry, since the demon happened to be standing pretty close to him, and David didn't exactly look unhappy about it. Hey, to each their own. Some people probably wanted to marry a troll, too. There'd been a reason that one had been Bren's stepmom, after all. "Lord Melville..." He should probably have said something there, too, but honestly? Bren had nothing. He'd never met a demon before.
He just shrugged, and then stepped up behind Hannah, close enough that he could grab her back if the demon looked like he was going to get pissy about. Not that he didn't look a little pissy already, but Bren thought that might have just been his face.
Really? Really? This idiot boy was 'sorry about the demon thing'? Finley would have made him very sorry about the demon thing, if he hadn't been far more concerned with the way that David's darling little sister was looking at him. Clearly she wasn't at all impressed with him, not that Finley cared. Clearly it wasn't any of her business, was it? David was his consort, even if he had defaulted to calling him Lord Melville as if they hadn't been on the verge of sneaking off somewhere to make a mess of one of the good king's closets (or wherever else they could find, Finley wasn't picky). He could have at least referenced who Finley was to him.
Finley would most certainly be addressing this with David later, and whether he was embarrassed to tell his sister that he happened to be in love with a demon. He imagined that David would make it up to him quite thoroughly, and he would certainly be magnanimous enough to let David apologize in any way that he happened to see fit.
Somewhat content with that, he returned the greetings from Hannah and her once-bear. "Hannah. Bren." And wasn't that a wholesome little blush. Looked like someone had enjoyed a bit of bestiality, since she'd last been with brother dear. If she kept giving him those looks, like she thought he was going to do something horrible to David right then and there when David was his consort, and Finley treated him very well, thank you, he'd have to bring it up and ask her all sorts of awkward questions about it. David would be angry, of course, but he'd be less angry than if Finley accidentally squashed her in a fit of irritation.