Irene looks at him thoughtfully. So, his mind jumped to Hasi and her role. And he's still blushing. Hm.

"She was enjoying it," she agrees. "And it was painful." A beat, her lips curving, she jokes; "I, for one, will not be able to raise my whip arm tomorrow morning."

She settles back, crossing her legs and smiling at him- half knowing and half gentle- and somehow, all probing. "Did you like it?" she asks.