“Ava, when a man gets a calculator out at the end of a meal to work out what you owe. It's usually not a good sign.”

“Cards on the table, Ava. No fucking about, no more drunken confessions and no more holding out on me, Do you understand?”

“It's not natural, Ava. For me not to touch you, it's not right.”

“Ava, the sexual tension batting between you and that man was so fucking super charged, even I was horny!”

“No, you're not." He sounds very confident. "Ava, you've found out the worst about me and not run a mile. Well, you did, but you came back." He kisses my forehead. "Do you honestly think I'm bothered about my age?”

“Do I turn you on, Ava?”

“I'll die loving you, Ava.”