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If he was honest with himself, Sylvan was quietly enjoying the interaction between the two opposing creatures. He loved Brennan, despite the vampire's shortfalls, and he was clearly attracted to Marcus. The two boys were complete antitheses, yet they were both clearly to Sylvan's liking - and their fight was something the drider was secretly enjoying.
Admitting that wasn't going to go down well, of course, so he had to follow Rene's lead and vocalise some dissatisfaction, however little he truly felt that.
"Can you both stop? Sit down, Brennan. You shouldn't be alone," he smiled as he beckoned the other to the table, only to turn to smile reassuringly to the werewolf. "Ignore him, alright? He's doing it on purpose to get a rise out of you. Kill him with kindness."
Admitting that wasn't going to go down well, of course, so he had to follow Rene's lead and vocalise some dissatisfaction, however little he truly felt that.
"Can you both stop? Sit down, Brennan. You shouldn't be alone," he smiled as he beckoned the other to the table, only to turn to smile reassuringly to the werewolf. "Ignore him, alright? He's doing it on purpose to get a rise out of you. Kill him with kindness."