They reached the castle a long time ago, [he whispers into her ear.] If that's your hang-up, you might as well make the best of your time and help me get off.

[As his hand toys with her breast, caressing it and squeezing it, he nibbles at her earlobe.]

Won't you do that for me? Won't you help me show everyone the kind of man that I am?

[There is a façade that he's still holding on to by the barest of threads. It's not enough to remind him that doing this will just let the virus fully take hold, and once that happens...

... Maybe he can still blame whatever DOES happen on the virus itself. Sure.]