Chapter 5 Rose Tattoo V. Evening at Alex's apartment, and the phone rings. Grant tsks, leaning against the kitchenette counter. Get a lot farther if you ask nicely, Fred ol' boy. You were so nice to me while you were here, I thought I'd offer some friendly advice.
Grant assumes the tones of a deeply insulted answering machine.
Alex pales further, which serves to make him look thoroughly consumptive. Grant nods slightly in understanding. Or he wouldn't let his answering machine get it. Leave a message or quit bitchin' at me. Freddie hangs up.