"Because she's jealous! Anna, I was there that first night he called you. I've seen how he looked at you in pictures." I protest, but he interrupts. "Any bloke with a working prick would be insane not to like you." There's a shocked pause, on both ends of the line. "Because, of course, of how intelligent you are. And funny. Not that you aren't attractive. Because you are. Attractive. Oh, bugger ..." I wait. "Are you still there, or did you hang up because I'm such a bleeding idiot?"