“He couldn’t get it up.” Candy huffed. “If I’m honest with myself I wanted to get out much sooner. I spoke to Ellis about it. He kept on talking me into staying. My rate kept on going up and up. It’s money for jam, Candy. Don’t do something stupid, Candy. You’ll regret it if you leave, Candy. He knew exactly what to say. My list of rules grew longer and my clients fewer.”

“So that impotent male didn’t have sex with you?”

“No.” She shook her head. “He had been married three times and was so afraid of women being after him for his money that he stopped dating altogether. He said that he preferred to take care of the money side of things upfront. At least with him and I, there were no lies. I went with him to functions and just spent time with him. He’s a lonely old guy. It still felt wrong though.”

“Maybe because it was.” Torrent’s throat worked. “Tell me about the other male.”

She shrugged. “Why is it important? I’m not asking you about all the women you had sex with… am I?”

“I want to know.” He looked deadpan and emotionless.

“Charles is a really sweet guy. He’s also pretty old, must be in his late 70s. His wife died a couple of years back and he can’t bring himself to date ‘real’ women.”

“Real women.” Torrent made a snorting noise

“Well, although Charles and I spent plenty of time together, we never had a real relationship and therefore he never felt like he was cheating on his dead wife. It was a business transaction. Probably a tax write off.” She laughed, it came out sounding a little high pitched.

“Did you rut with this male?” There it was again, that look of hurt. It lasted just a split second, if she blinked she would’ve missed it. His jaw tightened up some more.

Candy nodded. “On occasion.”

“When did you last have paid sex with a male?”

“Why do you want to know all of this? It’s not important. I didn’t enjoy having sex with these men. At first it was just a duty I was expected to perform and then it slowly became something I hated. I would never put down the women I worked alongside, but it wasn’t for me.”

He blinked a few times. “When did you last have sex with this male?” he repeated the question like he hadn’t heard her response.

It irritated her. “It’s not relevant. When did you last go on one of your stag run thingies? When did you last have sex with one of your she-dragons? Was it good for you, if so how many times did you come?” A tear escaped and she wiped it away. “Well?”

“When did you last rut the male?”