My dear. My darling. My friend. A hyperactive horny chatterbox told me that you have a new paramour and that you were crabby for reasons. But then I thought, surely as your very good friend you wouldn't have such a development like an actual relationship without telling me all about them, we're past that resentment stage, aren't we dear? You also surely wouldn't bite the head off of a little sweet thing because she was being nosy, right?
But then I remembered it's you and I thought it might just be true, and then I thought I would ask. Is this still about you know who? I told you, it wasn't necessarily my fault they lost their job, I'm still safe to meet you new arm candy.