I don't think your ego could survive getting me in bed anyway, double. I mean. If the way I ended up being with Don Paulo shows anything. I... I cried a few times. And-- well. I'm not very good at it. And I know how much I need my ego. So I assume it's the same for you.

[She shakes her head, leaning up instead.]

What am I talking about? Yes, I think you're that pretty. You're the prettiest man I've ever met. Does that make me vain? I guess it doesn't matter.

[Descole shuts her eye, leaning closer to kiss him hard, though she keeps it chaste otherwise.]