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"So, why never another immortal? A commitment thing?" asked Joe one evening, nosy and mellow with good drink and company.
Methos quirked an eyebrow.
"No, not really. It's a ... well, it's a sex thing."
Pause.
"See, the Quickenings give me a terrible headache."
"I thought you tried to avoid taking them?"
Eyeroll.
"Not taking them. The buzz. The more intense emotions involved, the worse it gets. Another immortal nearby gives me a mild headache, alcohol ... ameliorates it. Anything more passionate - a wracking migraine. Unless I'm dead drunk, in which case ... how well do you get it up when totally pissed?"