I... oh, do I ever. That one were one of me favourites. Great man with knots, you know.

[It's oddly painful for Iris to remember him, especially now, and she pushes the subjectalong quickly with a not nearly embarrassed giggle.]

...Oh. Erm. Well. I did find a lot of very Narviny thoughts in me 'ead while I 'ad the rabies. We were all leakin' into each other a bit. I expect something like that 'appened to 'im too, poor love.