Keystone threw the covers off them and stood up, butt naked, nothing but a gold cross around his neck. His physique didn't look like that of a seventy-two year old man. He was well endowed Clary suspected that this was the main reason for him being in Ritz's bed. His anger rose even more Clary knew that his own masculinity was lacking Keystone walked toward Clary, he was equally angry as Clary But, he spoke softly. "I'll have you to know young...