Anel blinked slowly as Zara seemed somewhat disheartened by his words, and her constant insistence that he wouldn't be kicked out seemed more of her benefit than his own. Whatever. It was still nice to hear, even if it wasn't true. "Yeah, well... We'll see..." He mumbled, hanging his head.<br/><br/>He only looked up again as the woman began to speak again, looking vaguely confused for a moment before he blinked slowly and rolled his eyes. "For fuck sake... Who here doesn't want to jump in the sack with him? Seriously." He tsked, shaking his head slowly; that very morning he would have agreed, but now... Now Atticus and Ryan were on the borderline of hate in the boy's eyes; he had trusted both of them. Had thought that they would keep him safe... And they had failed rather spectacularly.<br/><br/>"Anyway... Why don't you get him drunk? Shame is a great equaliser." He suggested with a shrug of the shoulders. "I only know how to get people in bed... If you're looking for the mushy shit then... Wrong person." In all honesty he wasn't at all bothered who Zara fancies, but he supposed he should add something pleasant.<br/><br/>"I won't tell. No worries and stuff..."