Frank very briefly entertained the idea he would get to go to the bathroom on his own given her reaction to his flat out telling her why he was moving without permission. Amelia quickly disabused him of that with her little performance at the door. He blinked and looked at her with disbelief as one of the few remaining strands of his patience gave way. With a grunt of annoyance, he stared at her then stalked past into the house, sidestepping and stopping just inside and gesturing to the bathroom door.
"You sure you don't want to check it and make certain there are no hidden trap doors I might escape out of?" He regretting giving her the idea even as it left his lips and settled in with his arms over his chest to see if she was going to run with it. If it hadn’t been his own damned fault, Frank would have lost it by now and if it hadn’t been Amelia, he’d have lost it twice. In fact, no, she didn't get to run with it. "You're just going to have to take my word, kiddo, that there are no hidden doors 'cause I need to gild the lily. Now, back outside to your painting if you don't mind. I really fucking don't want to have to get used to pissing for an audience."