Of course it ain't about me not satisfying someone. [There’s a snort at that; lack of self confidence, particularly in that area, has nothing to do with it.] But you ‘n me ain’t the sort to be satisfied with one flavor all the time. Hell, I’m pretty vanilla to you. [A beat, a satisfied smirk as he digs out yet another cigarette. He's still not at ease enough not to feel the need to finish off the pack, no matter how calm he plays it off as.] Damn good vanilla.

So the problem’s that I know about it. Heh… [Lighting up, he takes a seat on the desk, stretching a leg out to prop his foot on the other’s chair.] But, why the hell should I be pissed off at him, huh? It’s a little weird bein’ one asshole away from his, but he’s just lookin’ for an easy fun time. Can’t tell him you ain’t good for that. The one who’s gonna end up regrettin’ it’s him.

I don’t wanna hear complaints about lookin’ for the truth from the guy pissed off at a Holy Man for spillin’ his “secret.”