Stephanie did chuckle along with him, "I should have used a pillow or something, the frying pan was difficult to hide."
"You can have people over whenever you want, Dalton." She assured him, "Have a party, drink with some friends. I don't give a crap, really." So long as no models wound up in his bed she'd be good. He could get drunk, go skinny dipping, get loud and obnoxious, whatever made him happy.
Laughing as he hit himself in the nose she reached up to run her fingertips over it, "That bag isn't even big enough to be heavy." Stephanie teased him, skipping over the comment about her brother coming to visit. It was hard enough for her to let someone get close to her, letting the family meet them? That was going to need some more effort. "Back to this dark room stuff...what don't they want us to do in them?" Turning the corner she headed up a set of stairs, fingertips running along the wall, an old habit that never went away.