For once in his life Noah really had no idea what to say. Certainly, whilst the only actual sex he had ever had had been awful, he knew good fooling around from bad fooling around, and well, from awful fooling around though at the end of the day he had managed to avoid that of late. Of course he had managed to avoid fooling around altogether, though not perhaps intentionally. The notion that anyone could sit and wonder about the quality of their sexual escapades was, well, baffling. It also suggested the whole thing had hardly blown the poor girl's mind in the way the stories always said it was supposed to be. Not that Noah was surprised, first times apparently had this nasty habit of being shit, which made him wonder why he hadn't got his out of the way long ago.

"Trust me, you would know, you just clearly haven't had any fantastic sex yet," He paused before qualifying, "Which is hardly surprising."

After all, how often had he heard his sister rant that all men cared about was getting their own rocks off and forgetting entirely about her, about how men were selfish pigs who wouldn't know how to pleasure a woman if they were given an instruction manual and ultimately that she could do a better job on her own. Admittedly Ruth was almost as keen on hyperbole as Noah himself, however he was not going to deny that men had certainly always appeared considerably simpler to please in his experience, which naturally was somewhat limited, but still, it was more than Mim apparently had to her name.

"You just need to work out what each other likes, which is something I can't answer."

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Noah 'Waygay' van Hagens