John choked on his drink. "The mighty phallus?" He stared at his friend, amused and bewildered, and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "You know, Simon, I think I shall let that one pass." He shook his head and surveyed the couples waltzing on the floor of the main hall. "I cannot tell you her name, for it would be bad manners. I will only say that she was as lovely the first time as she was the second, and the third, and if we were soiled along the way, neither of us minded it."
He drank the rest of his punch and glanced at his friend.
"Are you alright, man? You look a bit red in the face." He squinted and leaned backwards. "Though I should say, that is a stunning coat you're wearing. Who is your tailor?" Without thinking much about it, he went around and examined the cut of the material across Simon's shoulders and down his back.