"Uh, uh, uh," Jean-Claude tuts at Lancelot, shaking his head and a finger at him. "I will share if you do. How is that?" He quirks a smile at him, tilting his head in turn. "I think it only fair. Everyone has their preferences, after all. We try to be accommodating here at Guilty Pleasures, where and when we can be."

He realizes, of course, that he is asking him to pick a sexed-up version of someone he might potentially know. But to be honest, that is half the fun. (The other half of course is to watch Lancelot squirm at the idea of thinking about any of these people in such a way.)