Bishop tensed as his brother hugged him from behind, a growl in his chest, though very much muted as he relaxed against his brother. Once Demetri had released him and stood at his side the red haired twin turned to look at him, letting out a laugh. "You remind that maid that I am the only one allowed to lay a hand on you." Bishop hissed, cupping his brother's chin to turn his head so he could see if the little heathen had left a mark. The spot on his cheek was red, Bishop gritting his teeth as the hand under Demetri's chin slid to his shoulder. Bishop had always been short of temper and quick to jump blindly at anyone who dare to threaten his twin. The older twin had always doted on Demetri, it couldn't be helped, their bond was too strong to break. Even now, after countless years, they had only ever been separated for less than forty eight hours.
"Run along now," Bishop urged, walking back into his room from the balcony, opening his bedroom door to better project his voice through the household. "Anise," His voice was sharp, articulated, but not a shout. "your service is required." The oldest twin commanded, turning to his brother once more. "It best be known that your maid treat you right, or I will personally tear her wretched head from her miserable shoulders." Bishop gave one last final warning, though smiled deliciously as he did so.