"No?" Romilda said, giving him a grin that verged on a knowing smirk. She raised her eyebrows a few times, a completely ridiculous expression even for her. "Tracey keeping you satisfied in that department?"
She hopped up on a table and swung her legs, manicured nails tapping on the edge of the table. "I'm sorry I don't have new information for you, but I could," she said. "All you'd have to do is point at someone. Anyone."
And she would have loved to hear all about his sex life in return, but she wasn't entirely sure how Tracey would feel about that. Instead, she finished, "I really wouldn't mind. I'd be imagining you shagging them."