Could this be more awkward? He walked over. "You know..." Probably not. That's why he had asked.

Okay. He should stop. Was this worth the danger? Was it worth committing adultery?

... Was it adultery if it was with a man, and he had never touched his own wife?

He'd be all alone again, the faithful husband, the man of self-control, responsible. For the rest of his life.

Screw that. He began unbuttoning his waistcoat. "Like this?" Perhaps the most painful thing about slowly sobering up was that he began to be aware of how he was an idiot.