Having broken in, the dark figure rests as lazily as a cat on the homeowner's 18th century chez lounge, treating himself to a glass of vintage Whiskey from the art deco bar.
Finally, he purrs with satisfaction as his target makes their way upstairs to confront the intruder.
"Good evening, brother. "
"Pierce? Can't say I'm glad to see your old bones in here." James quickly retorted, being only half surprised to see his sibling.
"Ouch. Ever so strong on your words, aren't you?"
To this, James didn't respond.
"Well since you aren't going to ask me, my trip went fine. I had steak. Oh, and the stewardess was most kind."
"I'm sure she was." James gives him a knowing glare.
"Now are you going to waste my time or tell me why you're here?"
"Is this the way to treat a guest, brother dearest?" Pierce has now risen and gotten closer to his sibling. Almost as if to taunt him.
James spoke, surprising his brother with an animalic tone and a strange glimmer in his eye,
"Ah, but you're no guest-"
"You're family."
