*James shudders and his legs turn to jelly. It's a bit unfair, he thinks, how she knows exactly what to do to get him worked up, but her turn ons are still largely a mystery to him. Of course, it's a bit easier when wearing a dress as short as hers. James' gray trousers don't provide quite the same advantage.

I haven't forgotten. That's why we came here, isn't it? Not yet though, I er, don't fancy this song much. Rubbish.

*James attempts to signal the bartender. He's stalling, as this song is much too fast for him. This song might require spinning or rhythm or the use of both a left and right foot, whereas all James really wants to do is press Lily's body up against him with some occasional swaying. He's found he's really quite good at that.