Wallace pushes off from the floor, creating a massive 'creak' as his massive form bumps his head against the ceiling. "Aggh, yeah. Got it." He starts his march out the door but freezes in place, and turns on a dime back at Heather. "Oh, phone number?" he asks, offering his hand in gesture. His smirk was a permanent mainstay on his face.<br/><br/>Jeremiah, not having any weakness towards women, glances off at the corner of the ceiling and follows her lead. "Should I tell her?" he stresses to himself. "I don't want to sound like an asshole. I mean... she's attractive right? I could be straight for a couple of minutes can't I? I love women now. Shut up me. She's just eating me. I'm not having sex with her. Why am I even thinking about this, just put a pin in it and just soak up her... snake butt?" He changes the focus of his gaze back down towards Salina's... snake ass, meat thing? "I'm not getting anything." His anxiety swells. "Look, maybe if I told her she would understand. But she's putting on a show and everything. Is it insulting to tell her or...?"