Menachem had found himself in terrible scenarios, hell he'd been in jail. This was humiliating, his hair slick to his head from things unmentionable and sweat. He closed his eyes and tried to pretend it wasn't so as he tilted his head as the man asked.

He winced a little and then let out a stilted hiss. "Maybe my little brother. Zechariah is a bastard through and through. He'd been a shadow over my life making me miserable since I was a little boy. Don't let that guy trick you into thinking he's nice or high class. He might have money, but he might as well be a monkey in a tux who was taught some tricks. The moment you aren't looking, he'll throw his own shit at you if he even thinks you deserve it for some reason." He said crudely then realized and sighed. "Sorry.. I'm just still angry."