"Was I really the last to know?" he asks, although those fingers and Giles' mouth certainly diminish any chance of soreness on the subject.

"A fellow might get used to this sort of treatment, you know. You'll never be rid of me now."

Ossie wriggles himself a little further up the bed, so he can whisper in Giles' ear.

"I think I'd like to watch the pair of you play. See what all the fuss is about before I ask to try for myself, don't you think?"