Having my way with Ulysses

Better set an extra place.

1:00 pm

but as for the giant's head, or, I should say, the slashed wineskins, and the blood being red wine, by God I'm not mistaken, because the wounded wineskins are there, at the head of your grace's bed, and the red wine has formed a lake in the room; if you don't believe me, the proof is in the pudding

Intercourse, eyeball to eyeball.