Nah, I like it plenty. Just not the best choice for bedsheets. Or maybe they want us to sleep less.

[ He opens the closet door and glances at her with a grin. ]

Hey, it's never too late to get into something new. [ The grin goes wider. ] Hell, if you want private lessons...

[ He pulls out one of (so many) leather coats - the floor-length Matrix-like one with lots of buckles and belts and chains - and holds it up for her too look at, eyebrow arched. How about this one. Cold? Hot? ]