He was in a different place now.
Different country, different state of mind.
He wanted to clear his head.
To padlock the dusty old palace and take up residence in a shiny new McMansion of the mind.
He wanted peace and pleasure.
The little death. Those moments when the body put the brain on hold.
He set out to live as many little deaths as he could.
He was single, a conman, and desperate for a new life or for oblivion.
Whatever came first.
Seduction became his vocation.
It was so damn easy.
There was a new senorita every night. Sometimes a lunchtime senorita too.
Husbands hated him with good reason.
Love and affection.
Just like he told Rigsby and Cho years ago.