Until a short while ago, Danny wouldn't have thought twice before taking his shirt off in front of Hedwig to cool down. They're pals, close friends even. But now it just feels kind of cruel. He opens a window instead, bracing himself against the frame, hanging his head and breathing deeply. Exhaust fumes, air conditioning and Nuts 4 Nuts fill his lungs. Ah, that's the stuff.

"I'm not flashin'," he drawls. "Castellano men don't flash, we got too much testosterone for that."