That was a kind of reasoning that came from traditional notions of relationships that Dante didn't really observe. His feelings for Anders had shit all to do with dating, or vice versa.

He wasn't sleeping with anybody else. That was the big one.

Not that Dante was inclined to talk about that, with Kathy all over him and his tongue in Kathy's mouth. His hands smoothed over her hips, her sides, her breasts.