Terrence laughed at the thought. He would certainly be amused at the look on the Dark Lord's face if he was asked a question like that, though he doubted he would be capable of laughter for very long afterward. Unfortunate, really, that all the best Dark Lord jokes were the ones that could get him killed if they were serious.
He grinned. "No, I've no idea," he said. "But don't bother blushing about it around me, mate. Probably not as... creative as you might think for shagging the same girl for six years, but I'm definitely not complaining."
Reaching for the glass, he finished off his whiskey, starting to feel it a bit. Alcohol made him happy and a bit lazy, at least as long as he was sitting down. He still had an enormous amount of restless energy from the events earlier in the day, but it would hardly be a bad thing if he saved all of that until he got home.
"You know," he said, "I'm not nearly drunk enough to regret having a thought like this, but I should get another tattoo."