"Soon. I did you long and hard but if there's no blood you aren't torn up."
"Okay, good; now can we talk about something else?"
"If you want. What were you staring at when I woke up?"
"I don't know—a post card I didn't finish writing; the telephone; a gecko crawling above the bed stand; the corners of the room which are filthy—the room must be infested with insects." Nawin smiled abashedly, chuckled, and then stared directly into the face of the paramour with a baffled expression. "You keep grinning. Why?"
"I'm happy."
"Happy?"
"The happiest. The happiest I've ever been."
"Well, good for you…I mean if you were happy before you've got more of it. If you weren't I guess you have less of it…unhappiness that is, negated negatives."
The paramour laughed. "You're a comedian. I love that; I love you," he said as his fingers slid into the elastic of Nawin's underwear. Nawin laughed incredulously careful not to release a cynical laugh out of fear that, although unlikely, the paramour could possibly mean that which he said.
"Don't you think it is a bit early to feel that way. It's certainly too early in the morning to say a lot of nothing."