‘Jealous’ — he blurts it out like Satae is a feeling being. To summarize all his flaws, he’s a demon and creatures like him only worked to satisfy his own selfish desires and Cassius happens to be regularly involved in these desires. He couldn’t care less of who has Cassius as a lap dog, even less about the stripper himself. He has as much significance as a fly he would slap to the window pane as it withers to the eternal slumber we call death. Maybe Cassius has a little more significance as he satisfies his needs to an extent but the picture is clear of what the boy meant to him. His cigarette is in his mouth and he’s huffing and puffing in the same manners as a chimney and he promises nothing less than a broken arm to whoever dare take it from his mouth. He’s still hungover the past night and fortunately, his niece was near to pick him when he was drunk beyond measure. Coincidentally, she was present for the same reasons except she was a way better bait than he was. Who turns his head to the guy who drinks and has the language of a sailor when the sun-kissed beauty pulls men with every swing of her hip. That, that was another issue that irks him but what’s getting on his nerves now is how highly the boy thought of himself. He allows a grey cloud to escape his puce labials to land on the stripper’s face, ❛ That’s a good joke ❜ He utters with not the least emotion displayed on his freckled features, not even his signature smirk.
