Far be it from me to come between you and that lamb. You're being very thorough with it. Should I be jealous?
[There's that smirk again, practically dripping from Trevor's lips. Because as much as jealousy is a wasted emotion, that hasn't stopped him from casting vaguely-threatening glances around the room for most of the night. He practically welcomes anyone to look at them sideways; he hasn't had a good brawl in a while, and while this is hardly the time or place...
He'd do it. For Adrian or for Sypha, he'd beat someone bloody without question, Michelin five-star rating or no. It's all just part of his charm.]
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[There's that smirk again, practically dripping from Trevor's lips. Because as much as jealousy is a wasted emotion, that hasn't stopped him from casting vaguely-threatening glances around the room for most of the night. He practically welcomes anyone to look at them sideways; he hasn't had a good brawl in a while, and while this is hardly the time or place...
He'd do it. For Adrian or for Sypha, he'd beat someone bloody without question, Michelin five-star rating or no. It's all just part of his charm.]