Tony abruptly shook his head, because the thought of those two doing dishes kind of scrambled his brain.
"Don't you guys have a dishwasher?" he asked, looking around at the apartment, which was pretty upscale and usually came with one of those things already installed. "Or a maid? Because if you call them a serving wench they'll pee on your toothbrush in retaliation."
He held up both hands suddenly, in the classic gesture of surrender.
"Ok, ok. You're not jealous. Geeze, that was a helluva frowny face. Don't give my throat a hug with your hand again." He motioned toward some of the apartment neighbors. "I'll try to be good and go mingle."