"Oh, great bloody advice," Ben said, voice dripping sarcasm. "I'll just not have sex again for the rest of my damn life."

This might have been a bit too much to say out loud, even to Art, but Ben hadn't taken the time to think about it. There was a difference, after all, between not wanting to procreate right now and not wanting to ever deal with the headache of having to raise a child alongside someone you supposedly loved and trusted. Well, Art could read into it whatever he would; Ben trusted him not to go spreading it around, and it wasn't as though anyone could accuse Ben of being particularly paternal or responsible or anything anyway. That being said, not having sex for the rest of his life was not an option.

Not having sex with Melody might be, depending on how things leveled out (or if they ever did), but Ben knew better than to even hint at that possibility.