How's Your Father? Wink Wink

"Suck my—" She tutted at him and moved her hand so that three fingers covered his mouth, putting an end to his rant mid spew. "Frankly, that's exactly what I'd like to do," oh Merlin, now she'd done it, "and if you'd just quit moaning about maybe we could actually get to that part of the evening?" (a prelude to P.S. Please Don't Disown Me)