Losing all the ground he had just gained, Elijah's head drooped and he sighed. Looking over his shoulder, he frowned at Josephine. She couldn't have held it in for thirty more seconds. "Jo..." He groaned before turning his attention back to Amy. "What she said is true, although it could have been said a little more tactfully." Giving the older woman a sheepish smile, Elijah attempted to steer her out of the bedroom. "Why don't we get out of the bedroom before we draw any attention from someone..." Pausing, he finally pried the mug out of her hands. "Mainly my mother." Placing his arm around his 'grandmother's shoulders, he began escorting her out. "She already has one child in critical condition, and I don't think she'd like another."