Would Have Made Whoopee

Isabella ran upstairs and just as she knocked on Joseph's room door, she was dragged into the room by Joseph. "Don’t knock! It's so noisy!"

"This is called politeness."

Isabella retorted. She didn't understand why Joseph would even pick on her for such a small thing.

"I told you to get here and you still knocked on the door?"

"Of course."

Isabella wanted to continue retorting, but when she saw Joseph's slightly angry eyes, she was afraid. She muttered, "I should respect your privacy. Otherwise, I would probably be killed."

"Privacy?"

Joseph frowned. Suddenly, a streak of light flashed through his eyes. He pressed his hands against the door behind Isabella's head. Then, he cornered Isabella and pressed her against the door.

"Didn't you already see everything about me? Is there any privacy between us?"

"You! What are you doing?"