"I don't doubt you can. It's just other people care about you like me."

Sig downed his drink in one and then laughed when Mikkel mentioned about his brother being a cheeky bastard. Another prankster. If Ansgar did dump his drink over the bassist's head or fill his boots with glitter there would be hell to pay. Of course after the initial barrage of abuse and anger Sig would calm down. Eventually. He just had a bad temper and all of Blixt knew this.

"I'm sorry to hear that. You and your brother are nice boys."

He leant over to touch Mikkel's legs, squeezing just above the knee.