(via) This photoshoot is wickedness! Wickedness, I say! Putting James Norton in plaid tweed and having him sit against walls of bookshelves is an act of sensual violence against me. I may have to call my attorneys, or at least find out what the phone number is that those old Viagra commercials used to tell people to call if they suddenly find themselves with an erection lasting for longer than fours hours. There goes today!