<strong>Harry Lloyd</strong><br/><br/>For several seconds all Harry could do was stare at the woman, wide eyed and with his jaw hanging around his waist as he took in the sight of the stunning blonde woman. "Oh my wordly Worthingtons." he said, sounding like Stephen Fry for just a moment as he began to feel an urge to run his hands through her silky looking hair, pull down the zipper on the front of her jumpsuit with his teeth and then - he shook his head slightly to change his train of thought. "Uhm, actually, yes there is." he said, rubbing the back of his neck and looking embarrassed for a moment. "I, uhm, I didn't actually have time to have breakfast this morning, since I woke up late. I know this might seem a bit odd to ask, but, is there any chance of a sandwich or something like that?"