[My mother had to protect me from the swarm of girls and older women who said they would wait for me to grow up and become their boyfriend. Those were the wild days.]
'You must be so smug saying all of that. Gloating, what a guy.'
[Do I play you well? I didn't know I was talented enough to play the elusive Rinten like a violin. I love that image.]
'You play me like a professional, love.'
[My mother brought me up as a gentleman, I don't think I retained much of my musical training or the manners she taught me, considering the crass things I have shared with you thus far.]
'What would I do with a gentleman? I like you coarse and crass. What's the fun in having manners?'
