For a split second, a slither of doubt hit him. Angel had fought bigger. Bettered bigger. But wasn't always about size, and that dangerous little glint that shone through the honey-browns, it earned his respect. But throwing hands with the guy, it wasn't going to help Lucien's state of mind.

"If you care about your brother," Angel said, changing topics before it came to a dance of the fists, "Then hear me out."

A curt nod was the eventual reply.

"Firstly, what did he tell you?"

As a blush stole away at the other guy's cheeks, Angel resisted the urge to sigh. But the sheer ignorance of the guy had...