“I like having sex with you.”
“Sex has nothing to do with friendship. Sure, friends can have sex, but if I had to
choose between sex and friendship when it comes to you, there’s no doubt which I
would pick.”
“I don’t get it. Do you want to have sex with me or not?”
“You shouldn’t have sex with people you’re working with,” he muttered. “It just
leads to trouble.”
“Did I miss something here, or isn’t it true that you and Erika Berger fuck every time
you get the chance? And she’s married.”
“Erika and I...have a history that started long before we started working together.
The fact that she’s married is none of your business.”
“Oh, I see, all of a sudden you’re the one who doesn’t want to talk about yourself.
And there I was, learning that friendship is a matter of trust.”
“What I mean is that I don’t discuss a friend behind her back. I’d be breaking her
trust. I wouldn’t discuss you with Erika behind your back either.”
Salander thought about that. This had become an awkward conversation. She did
not like awkward conversations.
“I do like having sex with you,” she said.
“I like it too...but I’m still old enough to be your father.”
“I don’t give a shit about your age.”
“No, you can’t ignore our age difference. It’s no sort of basis for a lasting
relationship.”
“Who said anything about lasting?” Salander said. “We just finished up a case in
which men with fucked-up sexuality played a prominent role. If I had to decide,
men like that would be exterminated, every last one of them.”
“Well, at least you don’t compromise.”