"Yeah, because she and everyone fucking else wants to know that if she had a dick, I'd find her more sexually attractive." He blinked, then, before groaning. He'd just said that, hadn't he? Bloody fuck, he wasn't even drunk this time. What the fucking hell was wrong with him? "Even if I am honest, she'll hate me forever. There? Happy? Fucking do-da-day, and all that fucking crap."

Irritated, he leaned forward again flicked his finger over his laptop's mouse pad. "Save your speeches, too. I don't want to fucking hear them."