[The Marquis winced] I'm a jealous bedmate, sparrow. I'm an old man. I'm overweight. I'm stylistically archaic. If I don't hold onto what I have when there are finer choices to be made, what chance have I got? You saw me after you and Billy began your relationship. I went more than half a year without any sort of liason. For a man of my appetites, that's an eternity.