"Well," Wayne replied generously, "on one hand, it was the next euphemism that came to mind. But depending on your partner..." he pulled a wincing face. "There've been some pretty awful surprises, mate."
Jealous. Was he jealous? Maybe. Of what, though?
"I think I'm just jealous of your being able to sleep with someone and not have them hate you afterwards. That seems to be a particular talent of late, with me. I have the tendency to put my foot in it -- my mouth tends to get me in trouble." Wayne paused and grinned. "Yeah, that's usually when the trouble starts, when I use my mouth." He was proud of those particular talents of his. He cultivated them well.