He laughed at the way Amelia describer the kind of drinks she was disposed to enjoy. "And you say that I have a way with words?", he chuckled but was pleasantly disturbed by the roaring of a Harley and the arrival of one of Ame's more closer friends from what it seemed. Insanity smiled, excusing himself from their presence as he walked around the deck and chose a recliner that seemed only to not have his name behind it. For God's sake it even had his favortire Martini on the rocks right beside it on a lovely white short stool. He sighed wondering if Casa Amelia was paradise as his eyes closed, though sad that he could not participate in cheering Ame up, he was quite happy to allow her to enjoy the company of a person who knew her better. It seemed as if she needed that sort of company more than new ones. His thoughts wandered over to why the glorious hostess needed such closure though, hoping that she would be alright. "Why does she seem different? Was something wrong?", he asked himself as his searching gaze drifted into the house.