“You two... shut up. She’s talking and I can’t hear her.” Alexander rolls his eyes and tosses a pillow at the little mans head. He grabs the bathroom door handle and grunts as he bends away the lock, steps into the bathroom and politely demands Connie to reanswer “what was that?”<br/><br/>he tilts his head so his ear faces her and oddly enough respects her privacy, not even attempting to peak an unwanted view of her body. Alex shouts before she can finally answer “and turn that horseshit down. Play some real fuckin music. This isn’t a geriatric pool house! Sorry about that Connie, say again dear” he takes a half step forward, still leaving her naked body a mystery to his mind.