Amelle watches Billy with a quiet focus, her arms loosely folded as he offers his way of trying to make sense of his temper switches in simplistic terms. “You don’t say.” she replies softly, a slight eyebrow raise which seemed to acknowledge the absurdity of the events that transpired earlier in the evening. When he mentions not having coke in the house, she chuckles under her breath, pretending to be convince by his acting performance, “Okay, okay. Message received.” she says with a knowing nod. Her eyes take a few moments to truly take in his hallway, pristine and almost perfect. It doesn’t immediately match with Billy’s personality, chaos and very little controlled order. But in deeper analysis, she realised that it actually counter-balanced Billy’s personality perfectly and made the most sense of anything from this evening.

His delayed welcome made Amelle laugh, she smiles as she steps further into the hallway, slipping her feet out of her heels and neatly placing them in the shoe rack. She ponders his proposal with a stare and a smirk before shaking her head, laughing slightly, “Thanks … that’s quite the welcome, for a stripper.” She turns to hang up her jacket and bag, still taking the time to admire Billy’s home.