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. A reassuring grin. I don't mind.