"But still, brother," Elias started. "Unless you have a bit of mom's succubus genes, it's quite concerning the number of random women you've bedded." His brows shot up as a conclusion came to mind, "I never thought of it before, but maybe you have a problem."
Oliver sighed as he brought his arm over his eyes, "I don't have a problem, Elias. Humans have problems, I'm just fine."
"You're right, you don't have a problem." Elias agreed. Shortly after he said that he chuckled like a menace who just heard something he wasn't supposed to, to Oliver's confusion.
Oliver removed his arm from over his eyes, "What?"
"Oh, nothing." Elias smiled innocently as he explained, "I just thought you should be thinking about how you're going to fix things with the redhead."
Oliver narrowed his eyes at him, "I was thinking about that."
"Of course," Elias responded, trying to keep himself from laughing. "I'm so sorry for disturbing you."
