Engel was wrapped in a new suit. Geslack were known to be lavish, and that was expressed in the lace billowing out his sleeve and rising up over the collar of his jacket. A slim silhouette, he could pile on layers and still look svelte. Loell, sitting on the floor with their darling little sister, was a bit larger in build. It was more commanding, but also a little less elegant. Mother had commented on it once or twice, and it was a bit of a complex to the oldest Geslack child.<br/><br/>Engel looked up from his book, just about finished. There Lyra was. She was wearing a very endearing heartbreak and gloom on her face. He loved it. He should, seeing as he'd been the designer of her misery. That was her part in his array of other toys - to be a doll which he could dress up in any emotion he wished. To her honor, she fit very well in her current dismal colors. He smiled with shining eyes, the color of fancy bruises, when Merci talked.<br/><br/>"She's not of good breeding." he reminded her when she criticized Lyra's lack of radiance. "I think you can't expect much of Bremmington stock." He waved Lyra over as he parted his legs, meaning for her to sit herself down on one of them, close to him, while he continued to read his book. He was settling in well in his role as an owner of a very expensive pet. He'd been spoiled early with such great power, and then those powers had continued to ruin him. This hubris was the product of never being denied.<br/><br/>Loell sighed through his nose in pretend annoyance when Merci went on with her aggressive tactics on the board. He shook his head and made a semi-reasonable move. If Lyra understood the game, she would see the older brother was catering to Merci. That wasn't to say she didn't know her way around the pieces, but rather that he loved her enough that he couldn't stand to chance her loss. "I suppose I'll learn from it." he retorted calmly to her banter. He also looked at Lyra when she came in. "M'am." he muttered before returning to the game.<br/><br/>Engel shrugged at Merci's comment. "It's only natural feral and shameless animals look around for their own. Bremmington have always been at serving level to us." he explained as though their inferiority was fact. He was still waiting for the girl to come over and sit on him. Something bothersome shadowed his serene face. "Ah yes, Lyra." he remembered. His elegant executioner's finger pointed at where Merci sat. Loell immediately leaned back from the board and pretended to get comfortable. He was now in charge for Merci's safety if Lyra should act up. "You owe my sister an apology, don't you?" he snickered. "Good thing we keep you with new shoes, Merci."<br/><br/>The suggestion was of course that she'd have them kissed by Bremmington lips. Those lips had done worse, today.