"Actually, no," he replied.
"Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him," she purred, running her hands up into his hair.
"I'm afraid I can't," the barman answered hoarsely. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes there is. I need you to give him a message," she continued huskily, popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently. "Tell him there's no toilet paper in the ladies' room."