[ If his head wasn't so full of naked men then he would probably jump to the right conclusion now.

As it is he's half-smiling about what he can only assume to be an attempt at humour and half-wishing it didn't include Daniel's tendency to occasionally be too persistent about getting his answers.

Philip forces a smile. ]

Trust me, you really don't want to know.

[ He sighs and presses his palm against his forehead. Headache, headache, headache. ]

We can talk about it later if you have to, but I just... want to get out of here first, okay?