"Pissed off Seamus doesn't bother me. It rather just amuses me." She said with a soft shrug. It was true-- she wouldn't deny it. Seamus getting uppity with her because she refused to sell him alcohol was amusing to her. He got so flustered. "Pissed Seamus is what I worry about."
Melinda's eyes moved from the far away nothingness that she'd been staring off into. The clear blue of her eyes - filled with pain and worry - settled onto his blue ones. They really were beautiful. It was a thought she really didn't allow herself to have as her eyes fell to the space between them.