"Tricks," Jon snorted. "I'll be buying cheap ones if the women in this place get any more moral."
He blew a cloud of smoke at the ceiling. "Time was a man could have his fun and they couldn't say no. Then there was the sexual revolution and they were falling over themselves to burn their bras and show that they were," he sneered, "liberated. But now we have girls who deign to sleep with you, but put you through hoops first, because they are 'worth it'. Too much bother."
He grinned at Deacon knowing that they could both, for different reasons, have pretty much whatever they wanted.