Oswald, who totally embraced some aspects of his own physicality, in the taste of good food and wine, in rich, plush clothing and quality bedding, had completely shunned another aspect of it.

He shifted his weight a little and nosed Oswald's cheek. "Technically, neither have I," Riddler murmured. "And more importantly, we don't have to do anything else right now. There's no rush. If you need time to just think about what you want to try later, you can have it. If you want to just keep making out, we can." He noses again and comes in for a light kiss. "And stop worrying about the fact that Ed has had sex. He's been jumped a few times by women who didn't really like him, it's hardly a milestone to aim for, okay?"