It's probably a good thing (at least for her bedding) that he's only staring at his tea rather than drinking it when she speaks.

Shooting? He's almost entirely forgotten what started this whole business, and he's about to take her comment as just innuendo when he remembers that he did, in fact, do some shooting during the evening before. And somehow that lead him here. He's still not entirely sure how.

"Um. Thank you?" It might be a question. His blush really, really isn't going away, though he is still smiling through it. He takes another swig of his tea and tries not to look too sheepish.