Oh, come off it, you started it. [with another pleased little sip. But at least Rincewind's floated down from the realm of 'insufferable gloating' to 'buzzed and pleased with himself'.]

But do you mean with this in particular, or their ridiculous fan things in general? [arching a brow.] I'd say it's mostly because I'm not the one being drawn over a desk in this case.

[for once.]

And it is all just strange fantasy in the end, isn't it? I mean - my hands aren't that big, for one thing. And you've not that much curve to your hips. Anyway, I find this all rather - [he waves a hand airily, searching for the right word.] - therapeutic, at the moment. Just what the doctor ordered.

[a beat.]

Well. Not you, of course. I've no idea what you'd order to relieve getting the devil's attention. But some doctor.

Surely you've stumbled on one of these you've found flattering before?