Slipping his fingers through her hair to undo the braid in it, Sindre smiled and kissed her cheek, bending himself to look over her, touching the tie around her neck. "Your brother always made idle threats that I'd be broken severely if we ever made enough noise to get to his room. He's so... what is that word? Ineffective? I'm never scared of him. Soren gets it, though. Of course, he's the only one who really would, he knows love."