Elizabeth watched him with a gentle smile, her hands wrapped around the mug. "You're right," was what she said. "This isn't me. I just thought... other people they do this sex without strings all the time. They bury themselves in others just for the sake of it. Like you." She gestured towards him with her drink. "You take lovers so easily it seems. I just wanted to feel that sort of freedom, just for once."
She reached out and took his hand in hers, squeezing it gently. "I love you, Prometheus, so very dearly," she told him. "There are few I hold so much affection for. And there's no one else I can think of that I would have come to tonight."