'Yummy' definitely did not describe Lyle right now. He was kinda tired, but mostly his mind was overworked. He thought too much- about Fisher, about college (and how he should be there), student loans, about spending his grandfather's money and hating every second of it but being really limited in this shitty economy, not to mention his complete inability to work days. So when he came back to his and Pey's room, he was slumped and weary and somewhat disheveled. Of course, he did perk up a bit seeing her in her costume. Purring, he had been about to ravish her (like he was sure she intended) when suddenly he was getting dragged away. The fuck? At first he thought that maybe they were going someplace new, and that idea was perky as well.
Oh, they went somewhere new, alright. Lyle's old room. For a second he thought maybe it was nostalgia, Pey wanted to bust into his old bedroom and do it on his bed. But pretty quickly his mind jumped the chasm- this was Jacob's room. Peyton was dressed like a slut and dragging him to Jacob's room. Apparently the witch had actually asked Pey about a threesome, and she was more than eager. Greeeat.
More willing to cut his own balls off than let either Pey or Jacob think he'd back down, Lyle straightened up and put a solid, unreadable look on his face. He wished he'd been given some time to mentally prep himself, but... here went nothing.