Well I gave you those and you clutched for your pearls, what's a girl to do?

[And it wasn't quotidian for him. Or, if it was, there was something wonderful about that being quotidian, for a time. He can't help if the better memories aren't fully destroyed by their bad end.]

Anyway, it scarcely matters. Monogamy is dead.

[A fingertip slices across his throat only to confirm.]

Nothing so sentimental as examining a corpse.