"He's like you. He worries too much." Worries himself to drinking as far as Mikkel could tell. It had been a few years since he saw his brother and thought hey were close there was a lot to catch up on. Mikkel frowned at the idea of Ansgar coming in on him and Sigurd. There was potential for his brother to get overly defensive and protective, not that he blamed him. In truth, it was sweet and the young Dane loved his brother for it. "Why? Are you embarrassed being seen with a stripper?"

He was teasing right back even if the kiss reddened his cheeks even more. He gave Sigurd a slap on the ass before locking the door. At least if Ansgar had to fumble drunkenly with keys outside the door they would have some warning before he came in.

"I'd rather not be in a room alone." Mikkel was serious and wasn't exactly flirting with Sigurd. He had anxiety about being alone from his past that wouldn't quit. There are two beds in the room, easy enough to tell which belongs to which brother by the leather jackets at the foot, though similar styles, Mikkel's was much smaller than his brothers and sported chains over the shoulder to match the one he always had around his neck.