“No,” said Seb. “There’s much more to life than just sleeping around.”

“You’re right,” Mark replied, smiling. “There’s sneaking out before they wake up again.”

He took a sip of his pint. Seb had noticed that whenever Mark said something he considered to be witty he would take a sip of his drink. More than once he’d been tempted to ask Mark to hold a bottle of washing-up liquid or motor oil and then lead him into a conversation in which he’d inevitably end up being “witty”, but Seb’s conscience wouldn’t allow it.

Sometimes, but not often, Seb wished he wasn’t such a conscientious man.

“Look,” Seb continued. “It’s not just about sex. Sometimes, sometimes, you want to make a connection with a person, y’know?”

“But I am making connections with people.”

“I mean emotionally. Not… physically.”

Mark furrowed his brow. “I don’t understand. Why would I want to make an emotional connection to someone I’m going to have sex with?”

“With an attitude like that,” sighed Seb, “Why would anyone want to?”