[ The man - Thaddeus - drops his head back with a sigh, as soon as he's addressed.

You're choosing to side with that? Brow quirked, he gestures to Grell and the expanse of the mess she's made; tousled furniture and bruised men.

The redhead's hands tighten into fists with a sneer. ]

Thaddeus has so conveniently forgotten about our-- "kinship" in the presence of his mates. Funny, considering he was so capable of recalling the route to my flat the last - oh, three times, was it?