The silver-haired man turned his gaze toward Zeph who was standing between Lilith and Allison, still arm in arm with both of them. He had one of those looking-down-his-nose expressions on his face and in his clear powder-blue eyes as he glared at Zeph.
Or more precisely the Mark of Cain on his forehead.
His eyes narrowed and his brow creased as he continued to stare at Zeph for what was becoming an uncomfortable length of time.
"So much for this being a respectable establishment. Others might see that mark and think that you are some noble and rare specimen of male perfection, but I just see a sheltered breeding stud for those who collect such things."