The truth was, Hayes hadn't screwed around in over twenty-five years. Not since he was twenty-eight. He wasn't much of an adventurous type. And he had a bit of a complex about purity, but then again he had gone to Christian school.
“Things do indeed change, Michael.” Just, you know. Not for Hayes, really. “I'm afraid I'm a bit slow to keep up with the times.”
Hayes continued to eat through Michael's order, handing his glass off to the waitress so that she would (hopefully) bring him some more water. “Oh, you know. Same old, same old. At least it's not raining.” Hayes pulled a face. “Not much of a fan of desert rain.”