"I don't usually care to pull out the iron fist with a witch I'm sleeping with for one night, Draco." Iggy rolled his eyes, feeling rather hot under the collar.
Holding in the urge to flinch, Iggy's face flushed at the idea of his sister-in-law watching the scene unfolding. Iggy couldn't bare being taken down a notch in the eyes of others (which is why he had ended up buying the hotel) and his teeth ground together to repress the urge to lash out.
Parvati meanwhile, blinked in surprise, unsure whether she should step in or not. The aggression between the brothers was new to her and her Gryffindor instincts pushed her to intervene. Yet, her wife instincts, new as they were, told her that this was Draco's domain.
The mention of Rodolphus' name, also told her that she should bow out quickly. Catching the eye of her husband (as his brother was adamantly avoiding her gaze) she gave him a soft look before stepping back out.
Inside, Iggy's molars were wearing eachother down. Pushing Draco's hands off him, he stumbled back angrily. "What does it matter why I'm acting like anything, Draco? You have your own family now -" He gestured toward the entrance where the pretty bride had stood, "Deal with that, I shouldn't matter anymore."