Another shy nod, but this one comes more easily. It's somehow less difficult to admit when discussing it with someone who won't be shocked, who won't judge him for it. He takes the flogger in his hands and feels it, impressed by the smoothness of it.
As he was instructed, he gives it a test swing onto his own thigh, and gives a jump of surprise at the sound it makes. His reaction actually elicits a brief and timidly amused smirk-- he doesn't often laugh at himself, or anything at all, but there's nothing like effectively jumping at his own shadow to put things in perspective.
"I'm used to rope," he quietly admits, carefully handing it back. "..and... knots." Rather than press his hands back against his sides, he folds them in his lap, perhaps an indication of his ever-so-slightly increasing comfort level.