Fredrick coughed lightly as he turned toward Dylan. "The lady might want to move in with him, and having you there might not be proper."
"Last I checked, no one would be sleeping on anyone's head," Dylan replied immediately. "Either she sleeps with Sebastian in his room or in the third available room. Besides, they aren't even married yet, so she can't decide much."
"Seems like you won't understand until I spell it out, is it?" Fredrick sighed heavily.
"What is it?" Dylan asked, dropping his cutlery onto the table. A mocking smile appeared on his face as he added, "Ah… you mean your hospitality the first day was all an act, and now today you suddenly see me as some sort of stain in whatever life you've built?"
"I wouldn't want to say much so I don't hurt you," Fredrick began, his tone sharp, "but you're gay, and I don't think you should spoil or influence Sebastian's good and proper life."
Dylan's face scrunched instantly in disgust at the words.
