Turns out the guy was his "financial advisor". He was just there to buy some of Paul's stocks. Nancy had been in DC for awhile and Paul was feeling frisky, so he asked the guy if he would shove a hammer handle up his ass. This is considered "being neighborly" in California, so his advisor readily joined in. Confusion began when Paul, hopped up on goofballs, forgot the "safe word": "Where's Nancy?"