Dave gave a snarky smirk to Paul like he knew exactly what the hell he was doing. "You must be the famous Paul? So has my little firecracker been giving you any trouble? Hope not anymore than me." He walked toward Paul with his hand outstretched for a shake. Charlette stood behind giving Paul a "Help me" look of pain and despair. She just wanted him out.<br/><br/>She took the flowers and just tossed them on the couch, and it took a minute for the adrenaline and courage to hit her bloodstream where she conjured up a half-semi believable smile and grabbed Dave's hand rather eagerly. "I wasn't expecting you, hun, Come with me." She led him down the hall to her bedroom but looked back at Paul trying to give him a non verbal sign to stay close in case things went south by raising her eyebrows, hoping he would pick up on it.<br/><br/>She wasn't afraid of him, but she wouldn't be surprised if he would react rather explosively. She closed the door behind her and he would be able to hear a conversation that started hushed, Charlette's voice remained calm and at the same level the entire time. Dave, on the other hand, could be heard yelling and obviously was upset. About 15 minutes later, he came out of the bedroom, slamming the door, shaking his head, pushing Paul out of the way as he headed for the front door.<br/><br/>"Guess you have a free shot at the two bit whore now. Have fun with the bitch."