[The secret here is that Goodsir has no idea what the hell he's doing.

He's had the most mind blowing sex of his life only recently, after a long period of not just celibacy but erectile dysfunction. Prior to that he was hardly what anyone would call experienced. And now he's sitting here with this beautiful young man about to act like he's in charge?

And their chaperone is waddling away?!

Well.

Sure, the drink had prompted his behaviour in Otherworld, but it wasn't as if it had handed him a script. He pulled it off once, why not again?

Harry leans forward a bit, hands clasped between his knees.]

I believe you, Koby. You are very trustworthy, which is why I feel I can task you with such things.

But now you must tell me - did you continue to have those sorts of thoughts? Have you had them since?

And if so, which scenario is foremost in your mind?