[ He looked affronted, stung, but he was playing his part more than anything else, mouth open wide, eyebrows high. ]

You think I've exhausted my imagination after only a week and a half? I'm hurt.

[ He leant up, balancing the beer can with one hand on the sofa, moving suddenly ice cold fingers to the curve of Peter's ear. ]

I think I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve.