The motions; the waiter presenting the wine, pouring a glass for approval, then a glass for Himeno. It's a natural pause to their conversation. Once they’re alone, however, Michel purses his lips, considers.

“Certainly, it depends on your definition. I have been with many, first my wife for twenty years – who didn’t exactly make a lover out of me, but a man… After her, a few longer relationships, though most short-lived.” He takes a small sip of wine, it’s delicious. “Yet, a single season can make you the lover you were always meant to be, yes? With the right person.”