Ohhh? And how, I ask you, how do you intend to make something like this up to him? My sharply-honed instincts shriek at me that if you were to replicate this sort of event just for him, he'd shy away, stammering, blushing!

Stagnation!! No, no, no, I can't have that. The rot that tears souls apart! Inaction, that self-fulfilling curse that binds the uncertain in a labyrinth of can't-do, won't-do, MY RESPONSE THUS-

[Amelia's mouth, meet Graham's lips and tongue. Good lord are they strong from all that talking. Oh and the teeth. Let us never forget our pearly little friends.]