"Sean..." Elvis glared at the young man in completely black clothes, his hair was ruffled to one side giving him a rather dangerous appearance.
"You are right, Elvis. It's Sean." The man chuckled and walked to Elvis, "Who is she? Is my brother so tired of mistresses that he had to give out?"
Seeing that Sean was coming closer than usual, Elvis immediately adjusted the coat on Isadora so that she was barely naked in front of this childish man.
Sean narrowed his eyes at the young lady on Elvis's bed but was further surprised as he saw Elvis standing at his front stopping him from staring any longer. "Don't tell me you are being protective...Elvis?" Sean's eyes rose in suspicion, "How so many have things gone beyond my hearing?"
"Why are you here?" Elvis's voice was firm, cold, and a bit threatening. His ink-black eyes were a bit wider than usual as he glared at Sean.
"I have no right to be here in Venesia? My brother's..."
