Well, yeah, that has the Doctor obviously in a male-male relationship, and being a Stroppy Flamboyant Artist OMG to boot. But in this one... it's not a spoiler if you totally guessed it, right? Because Fitz tells another character "I've been engineered to love you. With the Doctor, it's the real thing." And thinks he'd walk on broken glass to get to the Doctor. And has a weird drugged dream sequence where Fitzgerald the army guy marries the evil Duke Doctori. A character monitoring Fitz's brain earlier in the book claims it's platonic, but in the face of all the evidence, bollocks to that, frankly.

Ooh, that's a good plan. And *laughs* henna is the Queen Of Messy Products. Love it to bits, but it's like a big, particularly mobile cowpat that makes everything it touches go orange. Though since I've cut most of my hair off, I'm more prepared to do drastic things to it (since if it goes horribly wrong I can just shave it off) and also I don't have these images of my totally uncontrollable hair dripping and flinging henna everywhere. So I might have a go sometime.

I'm epicly (sod, that's not a word) clumsy and not at all artistic, and I've actually got to the point where I can henna with my left hand. It's a matter of slowing down, taking baby steps, and practising. Oh, and having paste of the right consistency in a cone that's the right size for you to hold easily. That kind of helps. http://www.thehennapage.com is a great resource, and its how-to on bridal mendhi takes you through tiny steps to make quite complex patterns. Though then you end up getting roped in to do hennaing at random events, and finish the day with hand cramps and a desperate need for a beer or a calming homicide. That might just be me, though.

So if you've successfully hennaed your hair, are you now a ginger minx? *grins, ducks, runs*