If he doesn't have an actual pegging coupon to redeem, he can most easily forge one. Highly doubtful if he actually needs it, but when he's got his hand entangled in her fishnets rubbing his inner thigh against the black mesh, hard and needy and unable to lie still or even let go of her long enough for her to fetch anything, it's highly doubtful there's anything else going on in that one track mind of his.

He's actually shaven in the last 48 hours and he smells like cheap aftershave for a change as opposed to a decade-old ashtray sitting near the men's loo in a rundown local pub. He hasn't bitten her or left any marks that'll be hard to cover up for her next show - not yet, anyway. Didn't even complain when she intentionally or unintentionally kneed him in the bollocks in her excitement to pin him down and climb him - because you know, that Scouser charm is just irresistible and doesn't he know it? Surely he deserves some kind of reward for good behaviour.