*It's still strange, because although he knows he's talking to Barty, his eyes can't help but flicker at Lily's very exposed chest and legs. But he can't even look for long without feeling as if he might as well be eying Barty's bits. He shakes his head, tries to ignore the fact that he's staring into the face of a woman he despises, and carries on.*

What happened then? Let me guess, he spunked his pants and it was a right laugh.