[ As Oxford sets down the tie so Cambridge steps forward to neatly pick it up again, threading it through his fingers and briefly raising it to brush the silk appreciatively with his lips. Let it never be said that Cambridge doesn't like a good accessory or three. Oxford's tie in hand he retreats to perch neatly on the side of a table and survey the other man with a cool smile. ]

I should explain. Perhaps you remember the time you had me bound rather inappropriately to a lamp post with by a tie? [ Before Oxford can answer he raises his hand and quickly orders: ] Do stay where you are, by the way. Just there. [ Again, he raises the tie and toyingly threads it through his fingers as he watches Oxford's expression. ] You do remember, don't you?