““It might give you a sense of control to feel jealous about a handful of writing students, but it looks ugly on you. Your real power over me- and that’s what this is about isn’t it? Your sense of power? The power you want lies in your desire for me, and desire for its own sake, that place where you are vulnerable and out of control. You gave me something tonight, Ava. Something greater than an orgasm. I’m going to go back into the bar, say my goodbyes, go back to my room, and ejaculate on the page. Figuratively.””
