Someone like you could have convinced him to, probably. [For a moment, his smile takes on a wistful quality.] He was weak for romantics - and a pretty face, [he adds, knowingly.] Bat your eyes, and he'd talk himself into almost anything. [Unless it was cruel. Oscar never could follow him, there.]

Obnoxiously pink? [He can't even begin to imagine, and his morbid curiosity is officially piqued.] Which room was she using? [Screw tomorrow, he wants to see what's happened to their house, now.]