[ At some point towards the end of the party, Sharky may look down to see a blissfully high Ossie attempting to wiggle over, in a literal sense, like a worm. He's trying to get his head in Sharky's lap but he doesn't trust his legs right now. ]

Bloody corker of a party, [ he says in an unfamiliar accent, ] absolute ripper. Glad Giles let you out of the cottage in your glad rags, too. Give us a kiss?