She would have, as well. He'd deny it, but then she leans in and he looks down at her, wondering what she's up to until she speaks. And then is just full of righteous indignation.

'Oi, wha' you tryin' t'say? Ain' nothin' wrong wi' my aftershave.'

He nods at Duncan who, it has to be said, appears unconcerned with anything Gene might say, do or smell like at this point in time.

'A bit o'Hai Karate sprayed on him wouldn' 'urt. He might even ge' a shag out of it.'

Hey, if men have to fight off the ladies, maybe bloke horses would be fighting off the mares. You never know.