Ray POV
"I can see that you're taking your time," I sneered before glancing at Amira.
Amira nodded. She grabbed a cleaning spray and a cloth from a cabinet.
She furiously sprayed and wiped the chair that Miles had sat on and also the side of the round table where Miles had put his shoes just now.
Miles watched this and frowned. "Is that really necessary? I'm not a dirty hobo who'd infect you with germs!"
"Only a dirty hobo would sit in someone's seat uninvited and put their shoes on the table as if they owned the place," I replied calmly, but it was enough to strike Miles straight in his conscience.
He looked ashamed for a moment, yet true to his nature, he clicked his tongue and acted all buddy-buddy.
"Tsk, your habit still hasn't changed at all, Ray. You are a clean freak! But we are brothers after all, so I'll allow you to do that!"
