Xavier was giving Greg a side-eye glance before his eyes moved smoothly back to Skye. He was honestly nervy about how Greg would take the news that the Kindred who had drawn Skye's attention (and not just from afar, she wanted to do the whole of everything with him, given the chance) was his younger brother. Trystan had always been somewhat of an enigma. He could be an epic bitch in his own right with the appropriate triggers, but mostly he was laid back, chilled, watching everything with calculated analysis. He took everything in. This had become evident in his early Kindred days when he took to it like a duck to water. He was every bit a Ventrue, and Greg knew his younger brother could well give him a run for his money if they ever butted heads. Xavier just had no desire to see that day actually come, because he knew now that Greg adored his younger brother and they were closer than they had ever been.

Their poking fun at his terminology earned a huffy eyeroll. He was Kindred, he didn't need to sigh. His looks always said it all. It was even matched with a dismissive flick of his fingers at them. He was used to their mocking by now, and shouldered it with long-suffering bemusement. "Any Kindred you decide to copulate with, I will rip out their throat and tear off their head with my bare hands if they so much as lay a fang on you wrong," he stated coolly, an eyebrow raised as he looked at her evenly. With that information out in the open, it might be an even more difficult thing for Greg to hear it was Trystan Skye was keen on.