"Not by blood, no, but still. You're Brenda's daughter, it's weird for me to tell you that you've got really pretty eyes and a nice rack. Even if you do." He smirked at the second, however, and shrugged, "Fine, get that fixed, but I still don't know why I'm being a creepy perv over you. That's just fucking weird of me." Finally taking a sip of his coffee, he continued not to look directly at her. He honestly didn't know why he even brought it up in the first place. Maybe it was sleep deprivation, or the time warp or both.
Maybe it was because she simply was gorgeous and he wasn't mentally above ogling hot chicks, regardless of what kind of relative they were. He didn't find his sisters hot, or his nephew, or Glyndaa's kids hot, or any of the spawn that the wolfpack produced. But the fact that she really wasn't related to him, and never really had been did stick out in his mind. She was a stray that became permanent in the Brennan household. Like the young Skwisgaar, or that weird Liam guy.