“And what do we want?” she pressed. He grabbed her shoulders and forced her to face him. “I want you,” he stated bluntly. She simply nodded. “I want to do whatever the fuck we want. I've got a lot of money, Dulcie. A lot. We can go wherever we want, do whatever we want. We can … we can be as strange as we want. As awful. As fucking horrible as we goddamn want.”
