She regards him quietly for a long moment. Maybe he can see the hurt in her eyes, if he cares to look.

'I thought you knew me better than that, Gene.'

She hasn't slept with anyone since that yuppie twat as he likes to call her one night stand. And she came back. She's pretty sure he has an over-inflated ego, but not even he can think he's that good a lay.

'What can I do to convince you otherwise, hmm?'