So it wasn't something that was caused by the building, probably. Rosalie thought about asking him to do someone else, but then she took a swallow of wine that was too large and nearly choked. That was what she got, she supposed. Easier on the alcohol, Rosalie, cautioned a voice inside her head, one that sounded rather like her cousin.
Rosalie turned pink again but her expression was almost smug when she grinned back at him. "Have you met anyone else on your floor or anything?" she asked, curious to know who his friends were. "I don't always like it," she admitted after a pause. "But then the people are usually totally worth it. So I don't mind." The bit about the frog men got a laugh out of her and she assured him. "I swear to God, I had never seen a frog before I met you." Which was a strange sentence in itself. "They don't last long in the city." She made an apologetic, wincing face, before her features settled into something quieter. Because while there probably wasn't another frog for him to worry about, there were almost certainly more princesses somewhere.