The movie was progressing as expected.  That is to say, with the churning ocean of blood on display, Paul was surprised that there were any dumb asses still alive.  As he was just about ready to hypothesize his ideas to Charlette, she laid an arm across of him.  Though totally unexpected, her touch was still welcome.  Little did she know, but he actually wanted to see how the blood-fest ended.  The pet dog would probably turn out to be the hero in the end.  Was either that or the blind grandma.<br/><br/>Her question of whether he minded or not was lost on him.  Mainly because of the fact that she asked the question after, not before, her arm placement.  Paul shrugged uneasily, but with a smile for her just the same.  “Um, yeah, no problem.”<br/><br/>And this is where I take my leave for the evening, Old Man.  What?! was Paul’s anguished reply.  You refuse to heed my warnings.  You continue to leap headfirst, and rather blindly, I might add, into the roiling storm.  I will say this, Old Man.  If you truly believe that you can match her pace and energy, then I am right there backing you up, wise-ass remarks willingly laid by the wayside.  If, on the other hand, you don’t think you can or don’t wish to even try, then perhaps it’s high time to ask her to reside somewhere else.  Good night to you. Paul.<br/><br/>Paul? He actually called me Paul?