William glanced sideways, drained his glass and switched to something a little less fruity, with a little more bite. Last night he'd had a nightmare about children's heads exploding like melons; he was completely ready to let loose and pass out at the end of this party.
"You sound like you're speaking from personal experience," he commented, giving Pete an assessing look. "What happened to physical intimacy meaning you're a shameless whore? Have you set fire to that particular bridge, in the aftermath of recent life-threatening, high-tension events?"