"Little brothers don't get a choice." It was an easy quip coupled with Seifer placing an hand on Bridget's head to shove him down to his knees. No it couldn't be said Seifer really got Bridget's whole taste in fashion. But more than that it was frustrating. A little brother who didn't present himself like a little brother and, what was more, had the figure of the kind of girls Seifer wanted to be chasing after. Cute and sassy with that slight hint of refinement. Bridget always dressed appealingly without stooping to downright trashy. And that--

"If you want something you'd better say it loud and clear and hope I'm feeling nice, Bridget." It just pissed him off that he wasn't supposed do anything about it.