speedo said, "Tom. Tom m'boy. Seriously. *Seriously*. DO. YOU. CARE."
Tom looked. He gawked. He drooled slightly and had to audibly slurp his own spit.
He looked down quickly, scuffing his shoes. He looked at her again, and then back down.
His chest heaved slightly -- a murmured sound came out.
speedo said, "What was that? Eh? What?"
A faint sound was heard -- "don' care."
speedo, sensing the kill, leaned in. "Speak up, m'boy! What was that?? LOOOOOK at that!"
Tom said louder this time -- his whole body rising with the effort.
He looked at her and said loudly, "I wouldn't care if she were a bottle-red, nor a dalmatian."
At that, there was applause heard a good distance away.....