"Mm, darling, I'm always clever," he murmurs with playful immodesty.

Pulling his coat more snugly around his shoulders, he rests his palms against Jay's chest.

"And of course I enjoyed it. I never get to have sex under the stars back home in Berlin. Well, maybe once, in a public park, a very long time ago. I don't remember any stars, though, but the moon was out. And I kissed a girl behind some bushes, and all our clothes fell off, and suddenly there was a policeman, and- well."

He smirks and waves a dismissive hand.