Of the two women, Paul knew Charlette posed no threat, at least not an offensive threat anyway.  Jemma, on the other hand, he was unsure about.  They weren’t a couple anymore, so what was her motivation for a confrontation?  Still, she didn’t look happy about the current situation, but as far as he was concerned, that wasn’t his problem.<br/><br/>His ex continued to glare at Charlette, even when the latter reclaimed her lounging position on the recliner.  Her expression was amusing to Paul as it just about screamed,<i>I don’t give a shit one way or the other </i>to Jemma.<br/><br/>Finally recalling what she was here for, she faced Paul once more.  Her scowl had subsided, but only just a little.  “May I speak with you outside, please?” Jemma asked.  Considering whether or not to be a bastard about this, he relented, while shrugging and nodding at the same time.  “Sure,” he stated.  While she stepped out, he turned back toward Charlette, and said, “Go on and play the movie, Charlette.  Don’t wait for me.  I’ve already seen that one.”<br/><br/>Closing the door behind him, he waited for whatever Jemma thought was so important for her to physically stop by.  A call or a text, in his opinion, would have been just as effective, and even more convenient.