Moth [with whistle]: Okay, Team Excultus! Dead easy task for you. We need to smooth this transition here, so I want to insert a short staff meeting scene.
Greg and Mycroft: Right.
Moth: Now remember, this happens before you’re all over each other again.
Greg and Mycroft: Right.
Moth: So you have to act like you’re all awkward and uncomfortable.
Greg and Mycroft: Right.
Moth: That means no cuddling. No flirting. No touching of any kind. Right?
Greg: Yeah, thanks. I think we know how this works by now.
Moth: Okay, okay. Just to remind you. So you guys get going with that, and I’ll just be over here to… what are you doing?!
Mycroft: Adjusting his shirt collar!
Moth: Why???
Mycroft: It’s crooked! He must be smart for the staff meeting.
Moth: I SAID NO TOUCHING.
Mycroft: BUT WE ARE MARRIED.
Moth: NOT FOR ANOTHER TWO NOVELS. PUT HIM DOWN.
GVB: If you kept touching him, though, you could get some stunning sexual tension going just – so easily. So easily.
Moth: What the –
GVB: *putting one finger delicately to Moth’s lips* Don’t listen to her. You never do anyway, and look how well that turned out. Everything was fine in the end.
Greg: So what you’re saying is –
GVB: Yes. You guys know better.
GVB: And if you adjust his collar a bit more, and Greg, you bat your big beautiful brown eyes at him – I’m just saying. There’s a broom cupboard right over there. No-one’s going to notice if you’re five minutes late to a staff meeting.
Mycroft: Five minutes –
Moth: Five min –
GVB: *covering Moth’s mouth with a palm*
Moth: *wrenching palm off face* You don’t understand, when they get going it’s never –
Greg: *smugly* Yeah, really not.
Mycroft: *smirking* I did think that was a little…
Greg: We could just push the meeting back a bit. No-one’d mind.
Moth: *staring at GVB* You did this. You did this.
GVB: *sweetly, running for the hills* Enjoy the cupbooooard –













































