Ossie tilts his chin, as if considering for a moment whether or not he should.

"Once upon a time there was a handsome fellow who was treated like a fine bit of porcelain for, say, a hundred years, and the minute he got out," a bit of an inhale, just slightly, as Phil brushes past his crotch.

"He found that he enjoyed being handled far more roughly and with far less care taken towards his person. And that his brute of a partner hates clothes getting damaged, so he's forced to seek it elsewhere. Perhaps at the hands of a dashing, broad, weatherman, who is an insufferable tease."