[Really, it's quite funny in retrospect, even if he finds himself feeling more than a touch flustered. He can't help but be a bit embarrassed regarding just how worked up he'd allowed himself to get, though logic dictates that it would have been almost impossible not to under these circumstances. He smiles and turns his face into the palm of her hand, just enough to leave a chaste kiss of reassurance at the pad of her thumb.]

I'm just fine. There's no need to apologize.

[The fact that she still wants to be here with him, that she's curled up against his half-bared chest beneath this blanket rather than hurriedly dressing herself and being on her way means that this doesn't have to be as catastrophic a thing as might have once thought, though there is a faint pang of worry in his chest. Had he said too much, set forth expectations he hadn't meant to? She doesn't seem to be upset, which does offer him some comfort in that regard.]

Just an unfortunate fumble. I just— [He pauses to clear his throat.] May need a few minutes. That was rather... invigorating, shall we say.

[He'll get over it easily enough, and that soft smile of his persists he presses another kiss against her forehead.]

It's probably for the best. I don't know that our first time making love ought to be on the ground, conjured or otherwise.