We were just dancing. Now you’ve got the Dame’s personal lessons from her boudoir here for just anyone to see.

[He gives a dry little laugh as Clive pushes back against the asserterion that he’s old. That’s new. He always let him get away with it before.]

I feel old. [He manages to stay upright and on beat.] And drunk. But we saw that coming.

[Its nearly as intoxicating as the other man’s touch. They had to hold it down as long as they could though.]

[His grip on Clive’s waist tightens.]

How are you holding together? Shall we take another shot?