He gives up on the towel and tosses it over the back of the chair where his is draped and goes to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Nuptials." The word is like bile in his throat. "Con: I'm not a fling and I'm not doing so well wrapping my head around the reality of screwing my way out of having to worry about Hulk."

What happens if he can't get it up? That probably won't be a problem, but the way his life has gone, it could happen.