"...You know, if you were more often like the woman I saw next to the river a few minutes ago and not this," he nodded to her stance, her looks, her, "I wouldn't have needed to be pushed into it by whatever got to my wings. You're not unattractive, Effie. I do want you. But normally? We're on opposite ends of the spectrum, and we barely know each other. That's why the 'no'. You didn't make a mistake."

He offers her her clothing, "But I don't think either of us are in our right minds. It would be like taking advantage of you when you were drunk."