It's a simple thing, this arrangement they have. Never a night slept in the same bed, never much more than just wham bang and thank you mam. Sean is fine with that. He likes Ulysse plenty but he's not mooning after him like he was some years ago.

He stands up, adjusting his belt, and slips a lock of his own hair back behind his ear where it's supposed to be.

"Sure, I wouldn't mind a glass of something cold."

When they're walking out, he nudges Ulysse's elbow with his own. "You should ask your your brother, maybe, he probably wouldn't mind covering the fee. Because you need someone here who can kick back these assholes. I'm serious, think about it at least."