"Alright, fine. I'll make myself at home," Remo responded dismissively, pushing himself up and sauntering towards the bar table, where the decanter of rum and the vacant glass awaited. "I never thought you'd be so angry that you wouldn't even pour your own baby brother a drink," he continued, bringing the glass to his lips and taking a deliberate sip. Throughout his actions, his gaze remained fixed on Matteo, who appeared engrossed in his work at the desk.
"I know you're not really working. It's hard for you to concentrate with your arch enemy in such close proximity," Remo teased, taking purposeful steps towards Matteo. "I never thought I'd witness the day you'd be so riled up," he added, drawing nearer. With each deliberate stride, he sensed the growing intensity of Matteo's anger. He chuckled lightly, closing the final distance between himself and Matteo's table, carefully setting down the glass.
