He watches her fingers move, and he wonders what it is they have done that she draws away so much. For a little while, he says nothing. What can he say to such a thing? He has said the same thing himself, more or less.

"Don't believe for a moment you are the only one." Oddly, his tone is more wry than harsh, with just a hint of gentleness to it. "But you're being very misguided indeed. The privilege and burden of love is a different matter to the pleasure of sharing a night of passion with a warm body. Or two, or three."

He should write a self-help book.