Sandwiches well and ready to eat, he tucked in, or rather started, before Lizzie made it perfectly clear what she was on about and he frowned, setting down his sandwich as he looked at her. 

"First, I didn't keep it any sort of secret that Joel and I were doing a stag thing that night. And maybe it didn't occur to you that I wasn't all that chuffed to find out that the girl with the tits falling all over the place belonged to my girl," he said, turning back to his sandwich and taking a large bite of the roast beef. 

That had bothered him, since the moment he'd realized that it was her. He just hadn't ever gone in for girls shoving their tits into the faces of others. Girls like that were, well, they were like Brigitte. And he'd never pictured Lizzie in that same lowness of class.