Couldn't tell you. Something beginning with J, maybe. I slung the twat out personally. Very satisfying. He'd missed the 'I'm the boss' memo and called me homophobic and several other things when I said no the second time. I may have laughed, pointed to the dragons on the walls and showed him my tattoos and leg and pointed out the connection. The leg thing he said was something most people want to see as much as their parents' naked saggy arse.
The regular flirting was irritating. That was just disturbing.