He smiles back, a bit dazed, a breathless chuckle at the edge of his words.

"How does a Monet compare to a Rembrandt?" he asks, reaching over to brush a lock of her hair back from her face. "But to answer your implied question, it was brilliant, thanks."

He might have to invest in another scarf just for bedroom purposes. So the one he wears every day doesn't get worn out or so strongly associated with sex that he gets hot and bothered every time he wears it.