"Anything." She said softly. Well that wasn't true. She'd kissed one of the sons of an acquaintance of her grandmother. It had been messy but she'd liked him so much at the time. But he hadn't been nearly as handsome as Peter was.
The blush was back on her cheeks and brighter than ever as she make the joke about the whip. The thought of being the whipper or being whipped for fun... She nearly squeaked as she looked away immediately. "Some random paintings. You know that they could be quite the gossips." She said, trying to alleviate the moment, to hide telling him that she did want that because what if he really was just trying to be nice because she was his master?