You know, right?
I mean, you know that you should stay here with me this time, instead of going home to your wife. You know, right? You know there's no way we're EVER going to stop making love. Because you know she can't compete with me, right? You know, right? And every time you say "we have to stop this", it just means you'll be back sooner the next time, right? I mean, you know, right? You know you can't get enough of me. You know, right? And you know you don't love her anymore, or at least not as much as you love me. You know, right? RIGHT?