Clay sits up a bit, hands still behind his head as he peaks at the rug on the floor.
"Ah nice" he says falling back into the bed. 
"Willow hey." He says, testing her name on his own tongue. "The names Clay, nice to meet you. Sorry 'bout before."

"So" he begins, the word drags out as he thinks how to continue, "are you like the other two downstairs?" He eventually just comes out and asks.