D: I see. So you've started fancying boys then, have you?
E: Not boys. A boy.
D: Yes, well let's not split hairs. It is all rather disgusting and naturally you're worried.
E: Of course I'm worried.
D: Well, of course you are. It isn't every day a man wakes up to discover he's a screaming bender with no more right to live on God's clean earth than a weasel. Ashamed of your self?
E: Not really, no.
D: Bloody hell! I would be. But still, why should I complain? Just leaves more rampant totty for us real men, eh?