Time passed quickly after those long, tedious days of delicate balance, and Aaron learned a lot about his boys.
Roman was flirtatious but chivalrous. Despite Aaron's initial thoughts, it was Roman who was the prince of the club. He had the confident air, that swagger which told everybody he knew exactly what he was. And when the girls came to swoon over his golden hair and startling blue eyes, he was never anything less than polite.
That was the only thing he seemed to share with Kris, that extreme politeness. Kris was quiet and intelligent. His girls were satisfied watching him complete his advanced calculus homework in seconds flat, cooing every time he adjusted the fake glasses he wore- his contacts fixed his vision, but he thought the glasses made him look clever. With Roman, it was all about the girls but for Kris it was all about the boys in the club, his pet projects.