Zeron Hichai
Zeron didn't have a problem with love, per say. He had nothing against, he believed people could be in love, he supposed. But he didn't believe he would ever be in love, didn't believe he could ever truly feel anything more than contempt and maybe slight amusement towards another person. Even those that he "caught", or whatever they called it, the ones he took to bed with him. Those people he regarded even more negatively than those he had not slept with- which was admittedly few people. Though he was a complete hypocrite when it came to the matter. He hated prudes, but the people who slept with him with little persuasion he considered "easy", or dirty really. And if you asked what he thought of himself then, considering he was the one sleeping with all of them, he would simply say that he was normal. It made all the sense in the world to Zeron though.
Eron frowned at the male now sitting beside him, regretting his decision to even attempt to engage him in conversation. His comment was childish, and the Dark Lover didn't even bother glancing back through the window to see what he was pointing at and making such a fuss over. Instead he dutifully turned his attention back to the waiter, whom was seemingly glad to have his attention again, though still a little sore from being ignored for so long. It took little flirting and convincing from Zeron though to make him feel better again, and soon there was another glass of wine being sat down in front of him, and then another poured and being sat down in front of the boy to his side. That was all Ze, and though the waiter looked upset to do it, he complied.