It took a moment for his senses to catch up to him. Right. They were meant to be brothers now. Brothers didn't get jealous over each other, especially not during an annoying yet harmless conversation. Ahn-Bo forced himself to relax his hold on Jin-a... though he couldn't quite get himslf to peel his fingers from his shoulder.

Brothers or no, Ahn-Bo would never refuse someone who wanted to admire him. The look he received was just the same as the one given to Jin mere seconds ago. Too drunk to notice, his fury had dissipated just as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by amusement (for now, at least.) He snorted appreciatively at Jin's snarky response. They were on the same page then. Neither wanted to spend time with these people. Although they did appear to be well-off based on their comportment and clothing. They were likely people that they were supposed to want to hang out with.

Hyeung saved him from having to go sort out how his hands worked and merely shrugged out from beneath Ahn-Bo's arm. The werewolf wanted to immediately pull him right back where he belonged—especially when Jin-a offered a handshake to Olixander Blackwood and co. As etiquette dictated, he popped his own introduction into the conversation before the vampire continued. Had Ahn-Bo not known any better, he would have thought his brother was about to invite them along to the bar. The polite dismissal that Jin offered was tactful. Less tactful was the way that the hard edge of his voice made Ahn-Bo's blood heat. He was distinctly reminded of their own (though brief) card game.

Had Jin not been with him, Ahn-Bo would likely have folded right into the group. Blackwood and his friends were good-looking, and they seemed like they were skilled at having fun, both of which were requirements for any 'friend'-types he selected. "Another time," he murmured, supporting his brother's words. He could feel Blackwood's eyes on him, so his gaze flicked up to meet them head-on.