"Are you saying I'm a worrier, you fucking brat? No, I'm not embarrassed being seen with a stripper because you're fucking hot. Your brother won't mind seeing his baby brother being with a hot rock star either will he?"

That got a small laugh out of the Swede who noticed the leather jackets at the end of each Dane's bed. It was cute. Mikkel's one being picked out instantly by Sigurd who smiled at all the chains and things that were uniquely the brat. Why sleep alone when you could have a brother to share a room with? It was more fun that way.

"Afraid of the dark? Or spiders? Don't worry, I don't bite, brat. Unless you want me to."

Sig kissed the side of Mikkel's cheek and then sat on Ansgar's bed, waiting to see if Mikkel would fetch some bottles of booze out.