For an instant, Will looks at Orlando with a mixture of confusion and surprise. "You're talking about me?" He lets out a quick breath and pulls Orlando into his arms. "Sweetheart, I thought... God, no, baby. I don't need that stuff to be with you. I... It was something other lovers liked and I thought you liked it, but I can take it or leave it. I don't need it. Not by any stretch of the imagination, I promise you."