“You cater to me—no, it’s true and you know it—you cater to me in bed because I have no idea what I’m doing or what I like. But you do know what you like. It’s not fair, Nigel, for everything to be about me.” “Yes,” he deadpans, “everything was about you last night when we had sex, and today when you gave me a blowjob. It’s very difficult to live like this, but I am making it work.”
