They say, hm? I’ve never heard such a thing. Every woman I’ve ever met made me throw an extra log on before she’d come out from under the covers.

[People love to lie to a pretty girl, though. He finally turns and saunters back, drink in hand. He turns again to settle on the bathroom floor upon a folded towel, facing the hallway. His voice is deep enough to reverberate through the porcelain, with his rib cage against it.]

Sun must have been shining, last I remember it. Weather was always fairly decent ‘round old Sanbreque. …Not that so spent much time there. Just a.. couple holidays.

And you? What’s this dreary place you’re from?