"He sounds like a decent man. Anyone who hoards booze has my vote. You want me to stay in your room tonight, brat? Fine by me. As long as your brother doesn't come back when we're in bed with each other."

Sig teased the Dane as he quickly pecked Mikkel's cheek, gently squeezing the boy's ass whilst walking into the room closing the door behind them. Booze and decent company. Sig was happy now. At least he wouldn't have to put up with listening to Lars tart on about shit and his hairy drummer he liked.

"I usually have to spend the evening listening to Lars tart about shit or how much he wants that hairy drummer between his legs."

Smirking, Sigurd then glanced around at the room before gazing to where the bed was.