Look, I'm really not cross that you asked. But it's just baffling that you would ask something, then regret it, then go ahead and ask anyway instead of scratching it all out or something. And the way you ask questions, it's like I can see how you're thinking right there in the way that you write, how your head goes back and forth over things like someone chasing a snitch. It's - well it's something, is all.

So since your brain couldn't keep itself from wondering if I'm a total pillock like "Letchley," I can assure you that I'm not. I was never anything but a complete gentleman with Pansy, and same goes for Sam and Gaia, really.

I'm sure there are loads of pillocks who would describe themselves as gentlemen, though, which is why clever girls just save themselves the worry and assume that they're all pillocks. So, I reckon that makes you one of the clever ones.