I HAVE BEEN POSSESSED BY THE SPIRIT OF DICKENS AND HARRY IS INSIDE MY BRAIN SEXING ME UP.

This is most true. I vote we use the turbo shuttle to quickly raid the RH costume department in Hungary and stockpile Will!scarves with which to secure his lithe and sweaty wrists. And ankles. And PHNAR.

Seriously, I'm hoping you have at least a basic knowledge of astrophysics, because I'm just here to offer sweat-related similes. And tie up a certain long-necked dandy. And lick things.