[Okay, okay. This is fine. it might just be on Jon's stomach. He'll lift up his shirt a little and that will be that. Still. Martin sets down his tea and rises, moving to the window to shut the curtains for privacy.]

Right. I assume you took a look at your feet when you put your shoes on? So... start with your top and work down? [Is that too eager?] O-or you can go to the loo. There's a mirror in there.