Judging by innuendos wouldn't help him any, as their entire conversation about the contortionist and quidditch was loaded with them. (Or, maybe it could? Dory had offered to teach Greengrass how to play, afterall. Had he inadvertently suggested other activities?) Dory groaned and flopped back down onto his back. He couldn't really be considering this as a possibility, he just couldn't.

"I've never been alone with them." He said. Dory wasn't sure he wanted to, either. It was such a convoluted mess. "What do you do if you're alone and they don't react well?"