"Oh, please. I'm not suggesting you keep quiet as a tomb, human. I'm merely requesting that you take it down a notch or five." He folds his arms, eyes hard behind his sunglasses. If this is the way these women carry on, it's going to be an awfully long... week, month, God, he hopes they don't plan on staying for years. He'll throw a fit if that's the case. "I don't think it's too much to ask."

He shouldn't be surprised. The pretty ones always think the world revolves around them. (Because Dean Domino doesn't operate anything like a similar assumption. Of course not.)