So Padraig liked to whip himself but it wasn't sexual... but Lust had gone and turned into into something sexual. Padraig had gone about things all back-to-front. Not that Euterpe imagined the sex-whippings of the usual sort should draw so much blood. There was nothing arousing about the memory of Padraig's back.
"Is there anything I can do?" Euterpe asked him. "When I'm around do you want me to be, uh, less hot?" Euterpe was pretty sure she didn't know how to do that.