Kyle would laugh if he knew that was Ty's thought process. As someone who'd been kicked out of a formal dinner hosted by his grandfather for sticking a small sausage up his nose, it'd just prove that they once again think alike. As it was, however, he was utterly clueless and instead gave a little growl through clenched teeth. . . and a grin. "Legs up, y'little bitch. Fun's about to get started."