It’s only for the sex. It’s not complicated, difficult or even very normal--just sex. At least that’s what he keeps telling himself. It means nothing, they mean nothing, and HE means nothing. There are no emotions, no attachments, and no expectations. He does not care--is not jealous.

He will kill the bitch as soon as he gets his hands on her--or better yet, he’ll drive her mad convincing her it was Crawford the whole time. He likes that idea.

Schuldig catches the faint drift of Crawford’s words after he leaves the room and doesn’t know the answer.