Ona's face fell in to a somewhat over dramatic frown. [color=bc8dbf]"Oh for Pete's sake Jules... you act like I told you to go to time out."[/color] She pressed her lips together firmly and rolled her eyes, setting her drink down on the counter. For as much as she was hard on herself she didn't empathize much with how lenient Jules was with himself. He could clean his own house if he didn't want a maid... or he could just hire a maid... he made enough money. Either way there was really no excuse and she didn't feel like she was being overly difficult about it. In her mind, she was just trying to help. [color=bc8dbf]"She's a kid... it's not a set up. But whatever. It's not my house, and not my problem. Live in filth if you want."[/color]

With that her attention became somewhat blank and distant, staring in to one of the cabinet doors in his kitchen as though it were a window in to the abyss. She idly ran the tip of her index finger around the rim of the glass, letting the smooth pressure distract her from his antics.