A smirk was the only response to Allie's comment about porn and voyeurism. At least the only initial response. "Tell me about it," he added a verbal response. "The other night? Those people in the broom closet?" he pointed over his shoulder to the wall and the broom closet that they both knew was on the other side. They'd been shameless, and a little bit obnoxious. It didn't help that her voice was higher than Minnie Mouse's either. Of course, that really took away from the pornographic feel of it, but that was a whole different matter.
Chuckling with Allie's agreement, he shrugged. "I fully expect this to rear its head again in our next argument," he mused, his tone not biting and his facial expression holding no anger. He was used to things like that. It wouldn't bother him until it happened, he was sure. Then he'd probably be annoyed.
Had Ollie been aware of Allie's thought process, he'd have been more appreciative of the extracurricular things she asked him to do. He already appreciated the distraction, but the fact that it was her conscious intent would have made him even happier. "I'll wear that green blouse I snagged you for Christmas last year," he said, completely serious. They were so past the point of pretending this wasn't going to happen.
Ollie's laughter was a little bit louder than he planned for it to be, and Miss Bitchyface's responding grunt was followed by a pair of curses, decrying the "stupid kids" for being "so fucking loud," but he just ignored her. Instead, he opted to softly start singing the chorus of "Like a Prayer." He paused and said, "it loses some of it's effectiveness without me being dressed in drag, doesn't it?" with a huge smile.
The smile softened, though, when Allie did her Twin Promise, kissing her finger and touching Ollie's nose with it. "And I'm endlessly grateful for that. My number one constant in this ever-changing world," he mused.
Ollie was left smiling ruefully when Allie left the room, because he half expected her to wake him by smashing a pair of cymbals in his ear. But he didn't think too much on it, looking up just in time to see her return to the room. "I'm pretty sure it's just that and my back," he said, turning to look at his torn shirt and the long scratch he saw on his back.