Can you pass the brother test?

Ezra wasn't really sure what to make of Roman's cool aloofness, but he ended up just ignoring it. He wanted to have a positive outlook on this for Lillith's sake. He hadn't seen her out and about this much in pretty much their entire lives and he had no doubt that however she felt for this guy was a contributing factor of that. If he made her happy and it was encouraging her to get out and keep improving then who was he to complain? He followed Romulus over to the training field, walking over to one of the sparring rings while the steel blue man put down the bag of herbs he had been collecting. Meanwhile he rolled his shoulders and readjusted his armor so that it sat correctly against his body once more. When Artorias got back from his training he was going to have to ask him to help with fixing up his armor to fit a bit better now that he was starting to fill out some more.

While Roman stretched and warmed up he did the same until he was asked how many rounds it would take make him feel better about him spending so much time with Lillith. He raised a brow at his soon to be opponent and scoffed, grinning a little as he gave a shrug of his paldron capped shoulders. "Hey, my sister can do whatever she wants. If she's happy then I'm happy. I just want to make sure if something happens you'll be able to protect her, you know? Nothing against you in particular - I'd do the same to any guy that came sniffing around my sister." He chuckled with a slightly amused grin and started getting into a fighting stance, facing off with him as he added, "Can't a guy just have a spar randomly in the middle of a stranger for no reason?"

Ezra Adravendi