'How come you get t'ask all the bloody questions?'

He walks away and sits on the bed, his back against the old frame, long legs sprawled over the sheets.

'An' I thought women didn' like everythin' so black an' white.'

But of course, she'd have to be the exception.

'Look...we both know I can't give you all tha' stuff you said you grew up expectin'. So yeah, I suppose. Jus' sex.'