See, you can't just go and do that. Pretend you care about me enough to want to know about dating me and giving me what I like or want on a date, then go and ask something rude about where I like to shag. It's a contradiction.

My ideal date is one with a partner who shows he wants to take the time to get to know me and not just get in my pants. Someone who can take me out for a good meal without being judgmental about what I eat or whether or not I choose to stick to a diet is a must... the minute I sense scrutiny, I'm gone. I'm a big fan of new experiences, so if someone takes the time to find out things I haven't done but want to try? Fan of that. Also a fan of a partner who knows what I like and goes out of their way to make that happen, such as pulling strings to get me to see my favorite music group live, or something along those lines. As long as they make me feel special, any date with them is ideal.

As for where I like to shag? Far away from anybody who thinks that asking somebody something like that in a public forum is going to get them laid.

Blaise understood I was under the influence of a potion, if anything, he was concerned that I was so under the influence that I was stripping people in public like that. Cass left with everything he came with, and probably a little bit of my dignity.

It was the first time I've ever seen him get jealous of someone and act possessive of me, and even if it was potion induced, it was literally the hottest thing in the entire world.

When I was playing for Falmouth, one of the season ticket holders came to a meet and greet and very proudly showed me the tattoo he had of me and my cousin Marcus on his back. Knew we were cousins, that there was nothing romantic ever happening there, just really liked the both of us. It was a decent rendition too, taken from some photo in the prophet of us giving each other a high five or something, it was just... very unexpected and slightly unsettling. I'll give the bloke credit though, I'm probably never going to forget him.

Okay, so about this question. I've sat on it for a while because first of all, how presumptuous do you have to be to think I'm going to just publicly tell you, somebody whose identity I don't know, what gets me going? Second of all... none of my kinks are secrets from the people I choose to be intimate with. I don't make a habit of keeping quiet about what I like, and I don't think any woman should make a habit of doing so, unless they want a wholly unsatisfying sex life.

Why would I waste my time being scared?