She could see Hadrian being a soft type. He'd have to be with a sweetie like Pamela to watch over him. Or was it the other way around? Nah. Esther raised a brow, watching the sun start to sink if just a little. "I dunno, you could end up chopping me up with a chainsaw and keeping me in your basement. We just don't know, Cliff. We just don't know." Of course, that little joke was her way of saying she would stop by, even though the redhead had no idea what she wanted to talk about.