SO... I was reading this excerpt and my husband peeked over my shoulder. When he reached the last line he said "Oh God, not another one of your porno novels." It took me a minute to realize what he was talking about and then, admidst some fumbling explanations, I almost died of laughter. Context is a wonderful thing. He didn't buy my explanation by the way. Harry's reputation (and the poor coachman's reputation), just got that much shadier.