Well, darling, I think, that's because if I were to stand facing due north, you could tell the exact time of night by the angle of the shadow cast in the moonlight by my alarmingly erect member. Actually, no pun achieved. I'll just lie languidly across her bed and try to exude my godlike state of arousal without being too obvious about it. Thirty-seven minutes later. The appropriate CD has been selected and implemented.
Soft music fills the room.
And now it is time for Love. I give her the Eyes and tell her to turn off the lights and Come Hither. I'm not tired yet. I'm not tired either, woman. This ain't about tired.