"Oh? And why would anyone ever think such a thing as that?" he asked, using this long whip scar as a pretense for which his hand to travel up her back. However, as a courtesy to her, one hand stayed at her hip, keeping her shirt down as his hand traveled, tracing the scar, before his hand dropped. He rather enjoyed the warmth of her flesh after that comment, and it wasn't as if it was hard to detect a blush on an albino's features.