Quite, to both. I'm rather unaccustomed to drinking, and... well, I was more accustomed to sex before, but less so nowadays.

I suppose it would have been worse for me had I allowed him to stay the night. Evidently, even while drunk I had the forethought to throw him out, so at least the mortification of the next morning was conducted alone.

[She supposes that Luke might have heard her, but given that he made no appearance she rather hopes that she didn't disturb him. Watching her double, Descole lets out a faint sigh of her own. It's been too long since she's been able to speak to someone openly, like this, and even when she is it's only a different version of herself. Does that even count? She can't quite decide, really.]