Running a hand back through his hair to work the water through it, without really thinking about it, Roland shrugged. "I've slept with my ka-mates, when it came to cold desert nights and a thin bedroll. And once in a while with Bert before then, when we were children and fell asleep talking. But I doubt that's what you mean." That was a different kind of closeness altogether. Physicality had never played into that.

Leaning forwards for a moment to splash water on his face, he looked back at her. "In all honesty, I've never had the chance," he said frankly. "With Susan, the one time we fell asleep together was in the fields after fucking, and neither of us had a bed that wasn't being watched." For a moment, he looked a little darker for the thought, but he put it aside with an effort, as much for her sake as his own, and shrugged one shoulder. "Every other woman I've fucked charged by the hour. Assume as you like, your guess is as good as mine."