Oh! Oh, that.

[If it's only that! He waves that away with a quirked little smile of relief, as he crosses to the bed. See, walking and talking.]

You needn't worry about any of those, Winter. This may not be terribly convincing coming from me, but if you put your faith in me I swear I will prove it: I cannot imagine ever needing to indulge in a single other soul than you, were you mine and free to indulge in.