'Ah.'

He smirks suddenly, and rolls so that she's underneath him.

'So what you're actually askin' is whether I'd cheat on you.'

His nose brushes her cheek as he leans down to kiss her, very aware of the way his leg fell between hers.

'An' like I said, it depends on the bird. If you're a lucky enough git to get one that's out of your league - an' hang onto her - then you'd have to be a bloody stupid twat to mess it up with some slag.'