Montresor had half a mind to push Jillian's hand off of his shoulder, but he didn't have the heart to do so when she was just trying to make him feel better. He'd probably ending up hurting her feelings and getting her mad again, which he didn't want to do even at the cost of feeling uncomfortable. "It's not like I can do any more than I already have. I've already been playing fair for three years. Oh well, at the least the journalists will have something else now to bullshit about for a while," the blonde man said dryly, referencing his "relationship" with Illyria. He could feel eyes on him ever since that article that popped up in the tabloids a couple weeks ago, and he just knew there would be candid photos of him visiting the white-haired girl's home in a couple days when they met.<br/><br/>Monty began to take one elbow off of the counter and rest his chin in his other hand when an electronica beat rang from his pocket and he slipped his phone out. It was a text-only message that he had received, so the redhead wouldn't be able to see what it said as he read it, though the expression he took was like that of someone who was just called in by their boss or told their in-laws were coming to visit. Sighing, he slid the phone back into his jeans and looked over at Jill. "Listen, I have to go somewhere, so I guess I've got to drop you back off now. Sorry for wasting your time..."