Raimut releases his grip on Dist and throws up both his hands, in mock resignation.

"Honestly. Has he improved in bed, then?" he says. "Gotten less insufferable? I lived with him for over a decade. I know him, in ways you never will. Reconsider wasting your time."

Despite the look of disgust, there's something else lurking in Raimut's eyes. Something akin to jealousy.