A groan slips out of Neil's disgraced mouth as he drags his fingers down his face. Who is he kidding? Asking people about sex is just plain fucked up, especially when the questioner is him. No pun intended.

The smile on Old Ben's lips upgrades to a grin, still infectiously pleasant for a guy his age. "Nothing wrong with a healthy age gap," he remarks. "Though I've got to say... Why isn't the wiser, more experienced 'friend' of yours giving you these tips? And I don't mean the literal one."

Ha ha. Neil's just going to stand here and try to compose himself. And somehow avoid turning ruddier than he already is. "He thought an outside perspective might be more valuable," he says, bullshitting out of his ass. "And it's still not this Courier guy."

"Whoever he is," Ben continue, "he could have at least done the decent thing and be here to hear this." There, again, is that grin. "Well, let's get right to it. You're looking to please your boyfriend, right? Hmm."