'You blame me?'

He stares off into middle-distance (dramatically), closes his eye and shakes his head, his expression one of pure appreciation.

'Magnificent tits.'

Underwear wasn't bad either. He cracks an eye open, and smirks.

'Good job you didn't, really. We would have given them an eyeful when they opened the door.'

It's nice to know, though. That there were moments even then, when she did a good impression of not being able to stand him, of the attraction being mutual.