For phoque sake...

The big grey seal male was somewhat disappointed when, upon investigating the cause of the big unseasonal splash in the harbour, he discovered with barely concealed disappointment that it was not the partner he was hoping for. 
It is true that with my overgrown whiskers and generous coating of blubber, I can easily be mistaken for a curvaceous mature she-seal. 
I won't hold it against him.
I did however resent what he was holding against me under water, the filthy animal. 
The cold water did little to cool down his ardour.