Outra noite, talvez, outra rapariga

MAN: I touched your breasts.
WOMAN: Where?
MAN: On the bridge. I felt your breasts.
WOMAN: Really?
MAN: Standing behind you.
WOMAN: I wondered whether you would, whether you wanted to, whether you would.
MAN: Yes.
WOMAN: I wondered how you would go about it, whether you wanted to, sufficiently.
MAN: I put my hands under your sweater, I undid your brassiere, I felt your breasts.
WOMAN: Another night, perhaps. Another girl.

[Harold Pinter, Night, 1969]