[Descole chuckles a bit and takes a drag of her own cigarette, which she promptly chokes on. Once she's stopped coughing, though, she smirks and glances at her double for a moment before looking back at Bradley.]

I slept with a man named Don Paolo. I'm not sure if you know him. Suffice to say, it's not a choice in bedmates I would have made while sober. In fact, I'm pretty sure I had to stop at one point to continue drinking. Which probably should have been my sign to stop what I was doing, right? But, no, I slept with him, and I think he thinks we're going to be married or something. It would be the most awful wedding if we were.