Oh, darling, I've known more than my share of ice-cold queens, there is no need to imagine. Astonishing bosoms, though - now there's a thing. Astonishing in their size or dexterity?

[Breasts aren't exactly a field of expertise, though he knows a little more about push up bras than someone with a chest as flat as his really should. Breezy and chatty is a default, particularly when being worn as a mask over some kind of mild mental breakdown.]

And if your house goes up in flames it'll take the whole district with it, I hope you know. That leaves the burden on you to maintain l'entente cordial. Or - no - let it burn and maybe they'll move us somewhere more sanitary.