Another shudder ran through Ripley and he was debating whether or not he could claim the reddening of his skin was from the heat of the water. Here they were standing in a shower after rutting against one another, and Graham's hands were on him. He couldn't turn around, either, because Graham's words and his touch were turning Ripley on.

So he fumbled for words as he ran out of ideas and rubbed some of the soap up over his own shoulders. No point in denying it when he was fairly certain Graham had already noticed.

"I may just be doing so." Ripley knew he did not have the excuse of alcohol. He really could not have from long after the start of all this.