"Look, I don't do monogamy. It just doesn't work; I have never been with anyone without cheating on them. It's just how things happen: meet someone, want them, have them, leave them for someone else. Somehow, I don't think you'd be happy if I went to someone else's bed after leaving yours."
What would that make Honda: the conquest or the illicit lover? He thought about Otogi's words, his confession… and wondered what it was suppose to mean. The music had changed; it was something with a more frantic beat, but from what Honda was catching of the words, they were just as erotic. He had to say something, and he knew it. "At least you have enough common sense to realize that."
"See?" Otogi turned up the radio, as though he was trying to end the conversation by blocking Honda's ability to reply. Honda turned it down again. "Get your feet of my dashboard," Otogi ordered.
And now he was changing the subject. Well he was crazy if he thought Honda was going to allow that. "And what is so wrong with monogamy? You dream about it – you want it more than you'll admit."
Otogi didn't talk, but the car skidded around a corner – too fast, too dangerous. It made Honda edgy. Stop driving like some sort of bomb, like you're ready to go off. But he didn't interrupt Otogi's silence, no matter how uncomfortable it was. "And if I fail you," he suddenly demanded heatedly, "then what? If I play your game and then lose, how do we deal with it? At least as friends that isn't an issue."
Honda's voice was soft, sentimental when he spoke; he hadn't meant to sound so… gentle. "I don't think you will."
But Otogi only scoffed. "Interesting." He turned another corner; the tires squealed in protest. "One of us has faith in me."