Amias didn’t exactly like going to Emyrs work but he hated being home alone just a bit more. It wasn’t like the establishment was bad exactly, there was just a lot of people who were inclined to get touchy. Something Amias didn’t appreciate. So instead he found himself sat on the metal fire escape outside one of the rooms whilst his twin worked, somewhere he could be alone but observe. Better than sitting in the plain four walls of their apartment any longer. It was interesting watching the people that would come by, removed from it all so that he was barely even noticed. But he still noticed everything. “Breaking into brothels isn’t a good look.” He calls down to the person practically fighting with the back door. Eyebrow raised and head tilted slightly to the right as he looks down at the scene. Someone else would notice the rattling of the handle if the potential intruder wasn’t careful. “Unless you didn’t know this was a brothel in which case you’re just being rude trying to break in.”