"Park? You worked in a brothel in a park? Like, Central Park? People-- did things to you while you were asleep?" This is getting more horrible by the minute. Being on this ship almost seems like a better fate for her than being back home.

"M'not interested," he says flatly. And then he makes eye contact and quickly backtracks. "I mean! You're very beautiful. And you like rocks. And you're willing to learn more about rocks. And you've been very patient listening to me ramble. You seem really lovely. Any man would be so lucky to have you - not for sex, I mean. Just someone you could stay up all night with reading French poetry and hieroglyphics and feel less... lonely, together. I just-- I didn't-- It's not like I had sex in mind when I-- ran into you."

Suffice to say, it's highly likely that Steven hasn't stuck his willy anywhere. Marc's more charming with the ladies.