Awkward... splitting hairs.

[Vindictus]

So... there I was, in my new lady's house... drunk, drained, exhausted - cooking one of my specialities for a post-coital feast.
I don't even know what the conversation was about... when -
She turned, looked me in the eyes and asked: "SO, Vindictus, have you ever paid for sex?"
Cue: me rummaging around what remains inside my skull, and eventually saying: "No."

And I did so WITHOUT telling a fib.

Because, as far as I'm concerned, all I've ever paid for is time and companionship.