If I were to be singled out for the pat down (I won’t go through the irradiating pornometer)I think I would say a few things loudly about how much I’m enjoying it and how good he is and then...”Wait, wait...I know you. I saw you at the leather bar on ____after the Pride Parade last June. You looked really hot in that puce spandex speedo and pink boa. of course, you had (or didn’t have) a mustache then.” As he looks chagrined or starts denying it, I’d continue...”Oh come on. This is 2010. You can be out and proud. It’s about time the people you work with know that you’re gay. Look, I have to be out of town for awhile, but give me your number so I can call you when I get back. But, you’ll have to buy me dinner next time to get to 3rd base.”
So actually try to imitate one of our gay Roman citizens and ask if they were at “Pride” or if they'd like to have a drink upon your return. Just make it believable. It would be hilarious.