The two of them stand out in the corridor, Travis still without a shirt.

"Well, what the hell are you doing going in there without knocking?" Travis asks him. "You know what I get up to in there. You're just lucky we weren't on the sofa."

Nicholas pinches the bridge of his nose. "If you were on the sofa, I'm burning it," he says.

Right about now, Nicholas notices Travis' special friend. "Sorry. I didn't realise he had, erm... company."