Elijah's blush didn't subside as he struggled to find an answer to the question. Zechariah was so calm, it was like he was on top of every situation with no worries. "Ah.. Sorry, just that I ... probably would have been more agreeable in the letters, had I known. If I had known it was you.." He took a glance into Zech's eyes then back down to the vodka to drink before he let out a small, "I'm sure of it." Was he though? It was so easy now because he knew and how far he'd come to this moment. It was easy to guess that any hint would have told him loads enough about the other man to say he would have.

The question on flogging wasn't dismissed, Crane's eyes went to the whip then back to him. "Oh, well.. normally one flog's themselves when they've been..." naughty "in need of punishment. They think that they are in need of a spiritual cleansing for acts or.. thoughts.. that require more than a mere confession and words." Was he in need of a flogging? He probably did, but at the moment he wasn't feeling any shame in the thoughts that swirled in his mind.

"Are you.. ah.. interested in self flagellation?" He asked tilting his head. He couldn't imagine it.