You two were sitting in the common room, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

It'd been a slow day. Nothing was really going on that needed correcting, all your paperwork had been done, neither of you were needed for anything press related.

You'd asked him at one point about the girls he'd dated back in the thirties and forties, which had him asking about the people you'd dated in return. You talk about what you two considered red flags in a relationship, to what unmemorable sex you two'd had. The two of you had always been close, so conversations like these weren't unordinary.

"I've like, faked it every time I've slept with guys." You shrugged, looking at him as he sat on the other end of the couch, your phone in hand as you scrolled through Pinterest.

He gave you a look, one that said he didn't quite believe you, before he moved to face you more.

"Every time? No guys made you come?"

"If you moan a little and say their names a few times, men will think they're doin' a good job." You shrugged again, placing your phone on your thigh.

He blinked at you, his brows furrowed slightly. "That... is criminal."