 He's probably used to scorching tropical embassies with punkars waving and everything. Very sure to be deadly, anyhow. You're getting far too blasé and exclusive, Simon. Nothing of the sort. Only I loathe being hearty with your men friends. You've never been even civil to any of my friends, men or women. Don't bicker. Anyhow, the Japanese room's a woman's room. And a woman ought to have it. I promised it to Sandy. He loves anything Japanese. So does Myra. Myra?!