Re: Ernest/Abi
"So none of them was right? That would have been too lucky. Hilda? Judith?" he tried, and then laughed with a bit of a shrug. He was never going to get it, but he was strangely fixated on the idea now.
"Yeah, well on one hand you've got the whole theme of the play, that all these silly shallow people will only marry someone called Ernest, because it's so... what is it, aristocratic or something? A safe name?" he told her, not remembering the exact quote off the top of his head. "And then 'being earnest' quickly became code for being homosexual, and the joke got old, that's all," he explained.
He probably shouldn't have encouraged such thoughts, to want to annoy her so much that she ended up physically reacting like that- it wasn't normal to enjoy that sort of thing, but he didn't claim to be normal. "We'll see. Come on, let's get a drink," he told her, opening up the door again, the sound of the music getting louder.