In a huff and with his tail slightly tucked, Richie grabs his hat off the back of a chair and starts to leave. With his hand on the door knob, he looks to Olivia and says, "This isn't over."
"Got room for me?" she hears as she's rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. She peeks out through a slit in her eye and watches him undress, one article of clothing at a time. "You look so good in there." he tells her.