"Eric, do you be liking being starkers in front of the ladies now?"

"Honestly, Claire, with the exception of Dr. Sharma, I have felt really comfortable around female medical staff. I think Julia has cured me of my modesty. She is the first person I have ever met who doesn't view nudity in a physical sense but entirely emotional."

"Emotional nudity...Sounds like a bunch a rubbish. Are you telling me she never fancied giving yur bum a jiggly slap?"

"She did, but her face would always immediately look to my face to see my reaction. My butt and what not was always a means to achieve emotional banter with her."

"I quite like meself a bloke with a bloody nice arse, can't imagine any lass who would be knackered out by one."

"So what about you, do you like being starkers in front of men?"

"Well, I have found myself skint and needing a proper nosh and workin for a few quid as a nude model." Eric's mouth hangs open. "What now, are ya be saying you think me body is naff or rubbish and you'd leg it if you seen me with me knickers down?"

Eric laughs hysterically, "I absolutely love the way you talk. Your body is beautiful and voluptuous. I am actually very glad I interrupted my dad before he asked to draw you naked."

"Your fatha is an artist? Does he by any chance pay his models a fair rate?"

Eric looks panicked, "Oh, no, no, no. We are not doing this. Claire, you are my caregiver you are NOT going to let my dad draw you naked!"

Claire folds her arms, "So you think you're gonna be telling me what I can and can't do because I take care of ya, yah? If your fatha asks to gander at or draw me that'll be no business of yours, you gormless bloke!"