[No, perhaps dreamy isn't the word. Freddie's mouth quirks into a moue.]

He's alright. [He takes the dress, spreading it out against himself. He can already see that it's not quite right, the skirt's a little too long, too full, but no harm in trying it.] He must be. You like him, and I quite like you.

[There are dressing rooms just across the way, there will be a decent mirror there, surely, so Freddie heads over, beckoning.]

How serious is it? I mean, with the threesomes, I take it it's an open engagement.