"That would be nice. At least a few minute warning." The thought popped in, was their more than one woman? Did Goyle have a bunch of mistresses? Hyacinth swallowed back the feeling of sadness. She just hoped that he had never brought any of them into their bed. She couldn't help but feel lonely. After she was sure that her voice was stable she spoke again.
"Why do you leave?" She looked up at him, trying not to look as sad as she felt. "Am I not enough?" Hyacinth asked. "I have never refused you."