Lies. They were like poison dripping from a snake’s freshly used fangs, the brothers believed nothing he spoke. He was a good actor, they had to give him that; but they were better at their own job. They would indeed keep a close eye on this one, as unpleasant and slimy as he was. Mirage had already charged them with that duty, and so when Indy suggested it, they merely nodded, their gazes never shifting from this pathetic soul quivering on his pedestal of feigned offence. That Indy allowed this creature a chance did not please them, but it was not their herd to run, they were merely warriors, and would protect the herd from any dangers that dared to stir havoc. The brothers themselves didn’t mind havoc, or chaos, having been expert mischief stirrers in their younger days, they easily saw the amusement in stepping on toes and causing mild offence with their brash ways. But they were not evil as such.

Solstice arrived, her presence quiet, her speech softly spoken and screaming leagues more about the unnerving steed before them that if she had openly accused him of what it was everyone was thinking about. Viserys did well to maintain his act, for the brothers weren’t foolish enough to believe there was an honest bone in this filth’s body, though his voice did allow undertones of disrespect and insults to slip through every now and then. The brothers smiled to each other, a menacing smile, one that confirmed they were on the same wavelength when it came to dealing with this scum. Smoke was next, her strong character reminding the brothers very much of their sisters, with her wisely placed words and subtle presence. Though they had only had few meetings, they knew to respect this one, listening to her ties and snippets of her history confirmed their decision to hold her with some esteem. She was quietly powerful, just like their little sister, who had built herself quite the following in her short time here. They liked her.

“You speak so caringly after your sister.”
“And yet you claim to spend the night with another anyway.”
“After making it abundantly clear that you wanted nothing more,”
“-than one night with her.”

The brothers articulated their point in slow, obvious tones, they thought of this stallion as scum, they believed now that he had indeed taken advantage of her. Why else then would his sister feel the need to wash herself, to rid herself of his touch? But the brothers doubted they would get to find out directly; Mirage would save Daenerys, and the Qian would ensure this Viserys never touched her again.