"What?" Ossie asks, the brilliant smile fading into utter confusion.

"Why would- no, heaven's no, you've got it all wrong. We're not exclusive, dear boy. Either of us are free to consort with whoever we choose so long as it's not kept a secret and it isn't a romantic entanglement. You and he both have done nothing wrong."

Ossie laughs, short and barking, "and I was bloody well there, wasn't I? Could've said something when I saw you two going off together?"