You walk up to your room after a party. A tall figure rises from the bed like a shadow in the dim light. "Why is your lipstick smeared?" It's him. Dari. "I can smell another man on you," he says angrily. You and him alone in a dark room is not a good idea. "Are you doing this to torture me now? By being with other men? How close did you let them get to you? How far did you let them get with you?" He says slowly backing you into the bedroom door.