"A... okay, neverminding." He was about to clarify what he meant, and likely go off on a long, slightly rave-ish tangent on it, which might, itself, become tangented.<br/><br/>He watched the whip, completely fascinated by it, and what Callisto was using it for. "You know, I know this one Dryad, and she<strong> loves</strong>to do stuff like that with her vines. Which then usually leads to sex. Is that what you're doing?" He asks, with the same old innocence and air of carefree capriciousness that she will find is an integral, core part of his being. Their was no shame or grand importance placed upon the idea of sex, either; apparently, for all his innocence, this was a casual thing for him.<br/><br/>And of course, he completely misses what she had to say about guesses, because he was much more fascinated by what she was doing.