I'm too hot (hot damn)

Chaos couldn't help but chuckle along with her when Leto laughed at him. She wasn't much like her sisters, after all. All rough edges and harshness and no tact at all. "I don't think my siblings are much like that," he started out doubtfully, then stopped to think. Well, Ashmedai had always had a weird soft spot for that tiny little healer from Abaven that had always been dropping by to visit Rhythm - his lip twitched a little in the dull reflexive anger that always accompanied thoughts of Abaven now, and Rhythm most of all - and Rhys and Rhyme and even their dad had been too caught up in the fact that the alpha was related to stupid Rhythm to care how weak and useless the whole lot of them had been. And Evangeline had never really had great taste in males either, come to think of it. She fawned over the worst males, just as long as they were good looking and tough. "Well. I guess. Maybe that's just how siblings are," he amended. "They probably think about the same of us I bet." Now it was his turn to grin wickedly, and he leaned close to her. "You know, I never fucked one of your sisters... but my brother has."