He nodded at the maid, vaguely aware of having lost face. As he was walking - stumbling - moving up the stairs, the words sank in. Why was he doing this? He could get into serious trouble if anyone found out. He could be blackmailed or worse. And he wasn't the type of guy who did these kind of things. He was upright, responsible, in control of himself. And he was married.

By the time they entered the room, he was frowning.