"Back home, well, they're not exactly...nicer, or quieter. They're taverns. Lit by sympathy lamps and candles more than this sort of thing, loud music - but not like this. Lots of drinking. They can get rough, too. It's not like we don't have bar fights. But they're not quite as...sexual, I don't think. I mean, it isn't full of hot, throbbing...sex."
She pulled her eyes away from Thomas and back to her drink, before she embarrassed herself more. What was she thinking?
"Doesn't that bother you? Having...the man you love surrounded by other women?"