Mousse continued to look away. "It's not right. I mean, it's inappropriate to speak so candidly and base about my DARLING Shampoo!"

He turned to Gluttony and grabbed his hand. "You know what it's like, don't you? I can't put in words how...wonderful she is under normal circumstances. How could I begin to try and imagine how lovely her..." He turned redder, if that was possible. "...taste would be."

He let Gluttony go and shook his head, slamming his good palm on the table. "NO! This is wrong! I will not speak about Shampoo in such a manner!"

...it was one thing for Mousse do declare it, but the fantasies were still dancing about his head.