"What about you? Don't you dream of a passionate love affair?"
Adrian Desmond looked at her, finding her drunken appearance quite adorable, and his fondness for her grew. "I don't!"
"That's true. A rugged man like you doesn't have the patience for sweet nothings. When you see a beautiful woman, you just take her to bed." She reached out and poked his forehead. Adrian Desmond looked at the woman before him in surprise.
Adrian Desmond regarded her, his eyes darker than the night sky. "Isn't the matter between a man and a woman just about that trivial thing in bed?"
"Adrian Desmond, isn't there something more important between a man and a woman than physical pleasure? It's the connection of souls, the resonance of spirits."
Adrian Desmond scoffed. "And then? You say all these pretty words, do all these useless things, and in the end, it's still about sex in bed!"
