“Not my style,” he said smoothly and didn't dare glance back at Anteros or Rosmerta. Even the slightest smirk out of either of them and he was going to feel terrible. Yes, he understood the implications behind Cat Woman's comment. Except that seemed so... well... he wasn't sure. But it wasn't how he felt a woman should be treated. That and the thought of violence, even in terms of sex, made him ill. Then, heaven forbid blood be drawn, even on accident...
Hedylogos shook his head. “It is far more of a punishment to not give attention to those who so desperately want it.” There was a brief moment where he appeared to turn away from her, but with a rather mischievous turn-up of one corner of his mouth, he looked toward her again. “Unless, of course, that the punishment was meant to be pleasure.”
His eyes scanned her costume a bit more thoroughly, without even remotely leering. “Even in recreation, I am afraid I am disappointing in terms of violence. No stomach for it.” He shook his head gently. “Especially when it comes to women.”