It's my relentless quest for realism diddl. It may take me to unpleasant places but I regard it as a duty.
The space between Lord 6's throat and the first fastened pyjama button (he leaves two undone, IIRC, which is surely an anachronism for a man of his standing) is grimly mesmeric.
It's pudgy and offensively haired - sparse and wispy - rather than firm and extravagantly hirsute or completely bare.
Have a look on Sunday.