Connor's face blinked to surprise as a wave of pain hit him before he could react. Doubling over slightly, he groaned. He'd been expecting a slap and he should have known better. He nodded with a sort of forced smile at her comment and a distracted 'mmhm'. He paused for a moment, sitting up straight after some and glancing at his clothes. Well, they were clean enough. Now to dry them. He didn't have a change of clothes with him.
He started with the shirt, pressing his hands against either side of the cloth. In a moment, little puffs of steam were coming off of it as he worked his way quickly around it. Knowing a tad of fire magic was useful. He quickly did the same to his pants and such. Soon he made his way to the other side of the partition, changed, and returned fully clothed other than his armor which he simply had wiped off and put in the other side of the room.
"Helpful knowing a little magic sometimes, eh?" His perpetual smirk had returned.