‘I feel you want to… take me,’ Yay said, ‘like a piece, like an area. To be had; to be… possessed.’ Suddenly she looked very puzzled. ‘There’s something very… I don’t know; primitive, perhaps, about you, Gurgeh. You’ve never changed sex, have you?’ He shook his head. ‘Or slept with a man?’ Another shake. ‘I thought so,’ Yay said. ‘You’re strange, Gurgeh.’ She drained her glass.