Wishy-Washy Fool

Phoebe Steadman I've dropped out, burned up Fought my way back from the dead Phoebe watched the girl storm off, clearly unimpressed. As the young man spoke, her gaze returned to him, expression having fallen from sweet to stern in a matter of seconds. Quickly she reached out and smacked him upside the head before pointing at his nose. "Now you listen here, mister - you don't go bringing home girls you are just having fun with. It gives them ideas that they are more important to you than they really are. If you're just looking to blow off some steam, that's what the brothel is for. You understand me?" she huffed at him, not letting him wholly off the hook. The Madame sighed then, taking Elias' hand. "Boys are so dumb." she mumbled under her breath.