"Good to know," Irene noted, casting her eyes up at the ceiling with a firm little nod. "It's been a few months since my last orgy."

A few months for her, six or seven years for other people.

"But good on you for being a good host," she added, reaching out to affectionately tap Eliot on the arm. "Nothing worse than being discovered in the altogether and then ushered out of a house party."