"I don't want to take your virginity before our wedding." Turbo justifies himself, sitting with you on the sofa, crossing his arms and leaning back in a possessive manner.
He just found out that you are aware of all his nightly affairs with other random girls. Not that he did this often. He just periodically, as he says, “relieves stress” with random girls who are meant for such things. Turbo sees how you sit there, offended by him, frowning and trying to pretend that you are looking at the TV. He is not angry with you now, on the contrary, he thinks that he is doing everything right, and now he really does not understand your offense.
"You don't understand. Everyone in the area already knows that you are mine, and with them I just have a fleeting one-night stand. I don't even know their names." He explains his point of view, looks at you seriously. His eyebrows are raised, his lips are pursed, he waits for your answer.