Vasquez finishes with the eggs and shoves them and some bread onto a plate, dropping it in front of Faraday messily, not caring if it slops onto his lap. He sits down opposite him, gnawing on the bread until he has to scoff. "My love life? Guerito, I think now you're very confused."

"There's no love anything. I sleep with him sometimes," he says bluntly. "He's a friend, but we don't go on dates and I don't have any deeper feelings for him."