No! Good Lord, Tim, that would be awfully inappropriate of us to discuss. I just assumed, as I can't imagine men not wanting to please you.

[Oh, yeah. That's a lap full of Tim alright. Harry's mouth suddenly feels dry. He loops his arms around Tim's waist after letting the iPod rest on the seat cushion.

He looks up into his face, enraptured.]

I couldn't possibly. Even if I knew who that was.