He had been prepared for her accusations. It was correct, wasn't it? He didn't have the right to look through any of her things, and he'd gone through some lengths in procuring her passwords. It would be a lie if he said he cared, so he ignored her offense completely. They were not here because of something he'd done. It wasn't hard for the male to continue on his way to make this entirely about her wrongs. He'd stewed on it for a while, after all, and he'd not been taught to deny himself when he was upset. Sweet sister, she'd even been a part of nurturing this personality trait in him.<br/><br/>His head fell slightly to the side while he listened to her explanation. She was a beautiful young woman, and he'd told her that many times. It was a compliment to her that his row of beaus, though never long-staying, wore different traits of hers. So they were also artistically narrow with hints of shapes, and always dark-haired. They could not gasp as dramatically when distressed, though, as she'd done when he pulled her in here. He huffed and rolled his eyes at her lie.<br/><br/>"Just a friend." he spat and shook his head. There was a shadow of disappointment on his expression that mirrored the same emotion whenever their father wore it before Cayn became his usual, ballistic self again. "You're lying!" he stated with his arms rolling out. The way she continued to safe-guard her supposed right only cemented what he'd said. "You're not supposed to have boys over." he muttered and turned his face away from the nonsense that her pretty mouth was spewing. He breathed in to try and calm himself. It reminded him that she always smelled so good when she'd been out int he sun.<br/><br/>"Well, I'm not leaving anymore." he said and stabbed in the direction of her phone, as though it explained his tantrum perfectly. In here, where he'd slept to comfort her when she'd been afraid of stories he'd read, he was becoming larger than himself, his mood filling up their childhood spaces. Cayn ran his hand through his hair, and it came back as an even more dramatic mop. It wasn't hard to see what the girls who looked like her had seen in the well-carved rebel poet. His handsome was not so quiet and aloof today, though.<br/><br/>"Just call him and tell him he's not welcome." he said and reached his forever arm to pick up the device. He held it out to her and shook it with some frustration. He was already boiling at the thought of more of her beautiful protests. In a way, she was arguing against him for the sake of this sordid person. Sometimes he thought she only went on the way she did because she was so stunning, and it had spoiled her. He didn't even wait for her refusal before he pushed her to sit on the bed and dropped the phone in her lap.<br/><br/>Cayn leaned over his sister to make sure she didn't stand up in any attempt at rebuttal. His eyes were a warmer color, but it wasn't the friendly kind of temperature he'd offer when she was sad. He took her shoulders and squeezed them firmly. How upsetting it was that she had the kind of skin he missed when he didn't get to touch it for a while. His jaw swelled and deflated with the gritting of his teeth. A dear, protective sibling - a monster without self control. "Now. Valeria."