"Your sister would run away screaming," Thomas answered, a lazy grin spreading as he slung his own pants back over his hips. "At least, that was my reaction walking in on my sister. At least I suspect it would be, if it actually happened, I've repressed it."

On wobbling legs, Thomas managed to make it back over to the pile of Vlad's clothes and tossed the man his boxers. "Edward would probably gape and then burrow himself into the floor." The pants and shirt he kept in his hands, as he all but collapsed into a chair. Thomas' voice remained light, joking and inscrutable. "Does it matter anyway? Sibling trauma aside, that is."