Was he going to stop? Was it as easy as all that? "I don't know," he admitted. "I would lick whiskey off the floor right now just to have some," he said grimly, "and you know how much I hate germs."
"Aren't there pills for that too?" Deirdre finally spoke up, and then she turned red immediately. "Sorry, I mean the cravings."
"There are," Peter nodded, "but they have a lot of side affects. They make seizures more likely to happen, and I've had enough of those for a lifetime. And it lowers sex drive and causes erectile dysfunction and impotence, lucky me."
"I mean...maybe you wouldn't make any more babies?" Deirdre pointed out, trying to find a silver lining. Peter just glared at her.