What was that supposed to mean? Alfred felt defensive for the second time in as many minutes, which was stupid — why was he defending himself when, of the two of them, he was the one who was normal? Regardless, he had no intention of recounting his whole sexual history so that she could critique the list of women he'd slept with. Honestly, this entire conversation was a bit much. He realized that he'd been the one to bring it up, but he certainly wouldn't have done so if he'd known exactly what he was asking. He wanted to go back to just joking around — actually joking around, not what they were doing now, which sounded like joking but was really a thin cover over an incredibly awkward and maybe slightly passive aggressive conversation. To that end, he said the most ridiculous thing he could think of in response, which was, "Oh, were you offering to fix that for me?"

As if there was anything to fix. It stood to reason, at least from his perspective, that if she'd only ever had bad sex she might think doing some sensual things with other women was an equivalent experience and she wasn't missing out on anything. He hadn't meant his comment as an insult; that was just the only thing that seemed logical to him. On the other hand, her counter — that there might be someone out there who was... so good at sex they made him want to stop having it? made absolutely no sense at all.