"Trust me, if it was, I've somehow outsmarted myself. Which would be incredible."

For a moment, he's distracted by her back, and snorts softly to himself. Well, clearly, his mouth was very busy last night. Though if his ass has anything to say about it, so was her riding crop.

He cracks a smile at her blush, but refrains from teasing her. Yet.

"Not my proudest moment," he confesses, his voice a shy bit softer. "I'm usually more careful with fine shirts. So I'll owe you one for that."