I think you're a perfectly good kisser. You're pretty, you're good at kissing, and now you say you're good in bed too? You have everything, double, you're so lucky.

[Curling back up close to him, Descole steals his drink again to down the last of it.]

I used to be good at fucking. Layton ruined that, I s'pose. Maybe I'll work it out again eventually. I'd like to.