"You remember the first time you got drunk?"

Nodding, I hold the glass in front of me, peering into it as if it will assist my memories, "The family had grown and one of the young sons got married. Marriage then and there was very different. No family or friends attend a ceremony. I was closest to him, of us, he returned with his bride and after she retired we drank late into the night. That was when I first realized how I felt," quick look at him then, "about men. I left the next day and went around the country for a few years. By the time I returned they had children for us to help raise."

Drink more and look up as he doubts the applicability of curses with politeness. "One should know how to curse another out in the even politeness does not work." Nod again, though it makes the room swim a bit.

"And is to, but word order is essential. So should you want to tell Samuel, 'Shut up, you are a useless fucker. Eat shit and go to hell.' You would say, 'Urusai, dameyarou. Imi imishe kuso to jigoku e ike!'"

Look sideways at him, "I think it would be quite a sight to see you lose your temper...when it is not directed at me..."