It quickly becomes evident that Nick feels rather sex-starved, and he paws at Meg very cautiously, only to be shut down continuously. Hours after they check in, after a tense Champagne toast on the balcony, they're resting in the shade of their room, on the bed. Nick broaches the topic of sex, and Meg spurns the advance unequivocally, saying she didn't come to Paris to see his "partially erect sausage." She stands up and walks away. Mind you, this is where they honeymooned.