[Oh, Takatora; you really should have thought a little more about how to phrase that question. Yoshitsugu's expression doesn't change much, but Takatora might well notice something outright wicked spark in his friend's eyes.]

Laid?

[Someone like Yoshitsugu is not going to pass up the opportunity to twist that word, especially when you consider who it is saying it. He tilts his head back and closes his eyes, twisting a lock of hair between his fingers.]

You're interested in how many I've laid? I'm surprised you are so unaware of the answer to that, what with our beds being so close.