There is only one woman for him and it doesn't change anything that she's dead now. You knew it perfectly well. Still, you decided to stick around, even if it only meant nights of meaningless sex and him hastily leaving your apartment right after it. He wanted nothing more.

He stands in the middle of your bedroom, dressing up, ready to leave once again. He speaks to you with his lustful voice, the only one he has for you.

I think I'll swing by tomorrow if you're up for a redo, babe?