Cant think of a title

[Ilyanna]

(btw by "torches" I meant my penis, figured I give you one last chance at being a replacement hooker)

psst, Clang, it's me. I know what you meant. I've had one or two torches pointed my way before

Much as I love noshing on a muffin Gear's right. There's a certain quid pro quo that was violated by that girl's refusal to give over once she'd had her fun. Messes with the very sanctity of the time-honored "trade sex for goodies" arrangement by which sally and countless other women made their fortune, and countless ugly men got laid.

And in the bolded parts the explanation lies. We're talking Clang's brother here. No goodies AND no fun - IMO, he's lucky to still be alive, because, let's face it - he is completely dispensable as a male.

Your brother is a generous and thoughtful man, Clang. Don't listen to the nay-sayers. He's on the right path.