Tomias glared at the man. "LIKE HELL!" He yelled, walking over to Rylee and taking quite the forceful grip of his ear, yanking him off the bed. "You're not going to defile my nephew on MY bed...." He hissed, taking the man and literally throwing him out of the room, and hopefully onto his ass. He then turned to the whimpering Isiah, sighing heavily. He walked to the silver-haired male, pulling him out of his bed and stopping him from turning his affections to him. Oh, that would be bad. Very, very, VERY bad. He turned him and led him out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. Setting him under the shower, he let the cold water go, arms crossed over his chest while the boy seemed to slowly calm down to his normal self with the coldness.
Isiah blinked a few times when he was suddenly drenched. Staring at his uncle, he blinked at him a little. "Did I do it again?"
The man shook his head. "Nope. It's Rylee's fault." he stated, turning the water off and then wrapping a towel around the boy's shoulders, turning him and walking him out of the bathroom now. "Take him home. He'll be normal for a while ... And yes, it does make me quite giddy to know I shot down your chances of having sex for a good week or two, if not a month." He smirked at the thought, enjoying it far too much.