Ragnar let out a laugh. “That’s quite the way to sell yourself,” he replied. “Your appetite is too voracious. Quite a pity you couldn’t find a partner with the same kind of stamina.” He rubes a hand over his beard again. “Seems like we have the same kind of style, you and I. Or the same problems? Depending on how you look at it, I suppose.”
He was leaning forward on his seat, his gaze trained on Ash.
“I find a lot of people who satisfy me mentally, too. A discussion, a debate, sometimes just dinner or a drink-“ he licked his lips slowly. “I don’t always find it necessary to take them to bed after, but sometimes it feels the appropriate way to round off the evening. And I wouldn’t say I had a type-“ he added. I’m very open minded.”