Ainsley's eyes darted from Mollie-Sue to E.L., then back to Mollie-Sue in a sort of panic - control your girl, E.L. - as he took a step back and held his hands up.

Things were escalating real quickly, and it was mostly his fault. He shook his head quickly, a firm protest against talking bad on her, then squinted ruefully at E.L. because he knew that quirked eyebrow said a whole lot more than he was letting on. "I know you, Townsend, and I know what you mean by that," he grumbled.

"Look, it ain't... it ain't nothing like that, Mollie-Sue. Don't go workin' yourself up into one of them famous Winters Tizzies.