Cougar sighs, knowing that he's been whipped by this woman long before tonight, but he's always been good about her not figuring it out. He slowly slides to his feet, a little unsteady as he fetches a damp washcloth, crawling back to the bed, but refusing to relinquish the cloth as he begins his slow wash of her skin.

"Have to call the boys back tomorrow," he says, disappointed. "Work to do."