Part of his still does too, that's part of the problem.

'So that's what it takes, is it?'

He eyes her over the rim of his glass. Fuck. He doesn't know what the hell he's doing. On one hand, he doesn't want to cheat on Random. On the other, it's been almost two months since he's had sex and he doesn't know how much longer he can take it. There's no telling when Random might have time to come home.

'I usually get what I want you know.'