Oh, all right, all right. The crux of the conversation was this:
FAUSTUS (pouting manipulatively): That’s okay. If you don’t love me anymore, you don’t have to stop what you’re doing and come cuddle with me.
E.S.: What if I still love you, but slightly less than I used to?
FAUSTUS: That’s it. I’m never having sex with you ever again.
Then we had sex.
There. I hope that wasn’t too revolting.