Charlie sighed. "And there was me hoping to indulge my lingering taste for heterosexuality," he said. "But no - I'll go the other side of the door and get my thrills listening to the rustle of fabric - assuming that I don't get thrill of a very different order from your lovely assistant."
He gave Bea's hand a little squeeze then popped back into the shop with a smile for Lee and any of the customers. "I've been ejected while they do girl things," he explained.