If Bran wasn't relationship material, Matthew was. But, the women he seemed to delve in too deep for a relationship all wanted something more: marriage. And, he did agree with Bran about having to go through such an institution. Why bother getting married when all there was to it was creating a family? And, when two people have children, they seem to only stay together for the sake of their children. He and Yuu, though, weren't so lucky. They were only half-brothers, and he wasn't sure he was ready to even tell anyone they weren't even the least bit related.

He had the features of the typical Caucasian. Yuu, of course, bordered on Asian.

Snapping out of his thoughts just as the other asked that, he was supposed to open his mouth to speak up when the toher suddenly went and answered his own question. Matthew, though, replied with a purse of his lips as he saw that he'd be meeting more of the horror themed games and movies the brothers would be playing. Well, that was dandy. Sighing quietly, the male pulled back to straighten up. He was, yet again, about to open his mouth to, at least, defend himself, but was stumped the moment the other made mention that a brave man was a sexy man. "That's too bad," he started, the sides of his own lips curling up in amusement, "I'm not the brave type." Was he hitting on him? Maybe he was.

Maybe he wasn't. But, it was sure that he was still fasincated by the tattoo on the other's body. In fact, if he could just reach out and-

Impossible. "Ah. Yeah. Just seafood." The male smiled politely as he slipped his hands into the confines of his pockets. "And, that sounds delicious." Somehow, when Edgar starts talking about the food he was going to make or what food he was going to make, it sounded good no matter what it was. "Do you two want black coffee to go with that?"

Edgar's phone rang a few minutes after he'd just replied: Thanks Edgar! Sounds real delish!