I think that'll be the course of action. Or as germanpanther told me, "Go praying mantis on him."

She also quickly added, "I'll be quiet."
This leads me to believe that she would be present in the room as it all happens. Except, while he's pleading for help, she'll be sitting in a chair, staring into space.
And she'll quietly laugh to herself.
"Hehe. He said wessel."

AND GODDAMMIT I CAN'T STOP LOOKING.

Even all that gel in his hair doesn't deter my bizarre lust for him. I'm blaming it all on my uterus.