"Oh come on now Mr Abott! A gentleman never ommits! Or never whets the appetite of curiosity only to then withhold from it the full meal." Simon gave a slight laugh, before waving a hand dismissively at the notion of exquisite women, "There are women in every city, all glorious for a moment and then soiled and wasted at the altar of the mighty phallus. I don't think I could stand one for more than a night." He leaned back to polish off the end of his drink in a smooth motion before looking back to John, his expression almost amused, "And if they are not spoiled by us? Then rest assured we are spoiled and soiled and ruined entirely by their touch, and always oblivious to the fact."
There was a strangeness, Simon reflected, to his own voice as he replied. A strangeness in what he'd said as well. It was rushed, un-thought, almost a lie, even. Still, Simon forced a slight smile, and gestured for John to continue, "But please! Don't let me deter you, for I am intrigued! What fresh exquisite woman has crossed your path of late?"
He was being polite, wasn't he? This was the same as all their other conversations. They were just talking about women. Women who John had probably had sex with recently. The filthy venomous harlots, he'd get bored of them soon. Besides, Simon didn't care, why would Simon care? He had no reason to care, but dear god he was jealous all of a sudden!