"Mr. Fitzgerald, I think you're making him confused and unsure of himself. Here you are, draping yourself all over a girl with a broken nose and giving sex eyes to that cute little thing. What else is he supposed to do but be flustrated and adorable." She shrugs, not really being able to move. "I think it's the grapes and olives. Grapes, olives, and sunshine. Apparently it does wonders for your skin in the right amounts." She would shoot him a look if she should, "Who else did you tell about Sandy Ann?"