It's true, Bradley is giving his newly sluttified sister the odd glance when he's sure neither you or your partner in crime are looking at him. He's not accounting for your keen senses, however, and you're able to discern his tastes in women by what gets his attention. As she continues to cook and fuss about the house, Astrid takes every excuse she can to bend or twist in a way that's pleasing to the male gaze. He's definitely a breast man, easiest to catch when she poses in a way that accentuates her luscious new tits. How boring, really! You'll just have to teach him the glory of delicious flat chest once he's your incubus.<br/><br/>It's enough of a distraction that he only briefly gives you a questioning look when you refer to him as "dear brother", which is a bit out of character for the sibling he knows. After a brief wait, Astrid deems the food ready and serves it up in three steaming bowls on the table. Bradley is the first to speak up once you all start digging in, his words directed at Astrid.<strong>"Oh, sorry. I still don't think I've gotten your name."</strong>She pauses for a moment, taking a thoughtful pose that sticks out and compresses her bust from the sides to buy time.<strong>"Um... My name is Lillian. Lillian Faust."</strong>