"I'd say no, you're right. And lucky you, getting to stay at home. For us, there'd be little special about fucking our way around the house. I had to go all out, rent a private room..." He was bitching just for the effect, not wanting to admit he was actually looking forward to his night. It was too... sappy for his taste. In the way that pole dances and lacey women's underthings were sappy, of course.