"But hey, I'd be dead and you could have Dad's affection all to yourself."  She winked at him, walking over to lean in for a hug and a peck on the cheek. "See you, big bro." She slipped out without another word, his keys twirling around her fingers and her blonde locks swaying as she went.<br/><br/>Once Ian turned to Emmeline again, he'd find her watching him, her eyes guarded. Ian liked Abigail. More than liked, Emmeline could see it in the way his eyes lingered on his sister a moment too long. Most would read it as protective, and already Emmeline was piecing together their story. Little parental presence. Lots of money. He probably practically raised her. He was her big brother, but he had gotten smaller when Abigail had entered the room, and he had melted under the girl's charm. Call it a hunch ... He wanted to fuck his sister.<br/><br/>"She's cute," Emmeline broke the silence before any could form, loosing up and uncrossing and recrossing her legs. "You might wanna try sitting up straighter around her, and break eye contact more. Be aloof," she couldn't help but to toy with him, if just for a moment. Yet, as quick as she had read into the situation, she was just as quick to dismiss it. "Think she'll bring back crab rangoons? I love crab rangoons." She pocketed her phone; no need for pizza after all.