Sherry's face was priceless to behold. The caught with her hands down her skirt expression never grew old and Lindsey couldn't hide the smile at her stammering. At least he managed to subdue the smirk.

Since it didn't look like either she or Eliot would answer, Lindsey took it upon himself to.

"No, sir. Miss Birkin can't wait to show us the house." It took effort to not say 'bedroom'. "Can you please hurry, sir?"