"You could get your hair cleaned." Rekker teased because he had to but hearing the word fiancé shut him up. He felt like he was going to be sick from the nervousness and rage it caused. There was no regret though about it.

Though he did start laughing. "This isn't a whorehouse. They're not going to massage my cock with their mouth like you do."

He could only shake his head at the sudden childishness as Bjorn ran off, though he did follow at his own pace.