[Gene is totally raring for an attack, but is smart enough (!!!) not to try while the Master's actually looking. shrewd Master. shrewd.]

Don't talk about my wife like that, you bloody git. [glares, crossing his arms over his chest, blanket wrapped around his waist in a totally manly fashion. he's like a Spartan!] And I don't give two flying shits about whether or not you literally see my bed. The hell were you doing in it?

[bares his right back]

I know that I don't sleep with no blokes and, for all intents and purposes, you are one. What's not to understand about that?