Don Juan's eyebrows raised, not necessarily in surprise but in sympathy. She didn't clarify precisely what she'd meant, but he could fill in the gaps well enough. He had presumed before now that this was her first time dabbling with anyone other than her husband, and that her husband was probably a thoughtless oaf when it came to sex or romance or both, but it was still disheartening to hear her admit it. "Oh, we can't have that," he said. His voice was gentle but his tone was almost chiding. He instinctively veered towards levity in the hopes of avoiding any overt sentimentality — he was in no fit position to go falling for anyone, so he ought to avoid even the facsimiles of it. "Perhaps we should make a habit of it."

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