"Sometimes is sometimes, and I'm flattered you remembered that story."

Finding his trousers, Fate calmly starts to clothe himself, dusting himself off absently as he goes. A bit wrinkled, but he supposes that could be worse.

"That's the spirit, Nerva. Because you most certainly own that riding crop, do you?" A grin forms faintly. "Cade, you aren't going to die of embarrassment down there, are you?"