Medivh saw Khadgar's reaction to his question and immediately regretted how he had worded it. The last thing he wanted was to upset or make the man uncomfortable. His lips twitched slightly, watching the emotions play across the Archamge's face. Of course he read about it in a book. And one that was Lothar's? He sighed a little, gingerly patting at Khadgar's shoulder.

"Khadgar. I wasn't admonishing you." He said gently, gruff tones soft as he searched for words. "As you can imagine I am not as ah...well versed in these sorts of things." He ran a hand over his face - and if Khadgar looked hard enough, he'd discover that Medivh was probably just as shy or bashful as he was underneath the at times no nonsense Magus exterior. "I didn't even know that...someone could or even would do something like that." His green eyes averted slightly. Well this was awkward. He wasn't used to conversations like this either. "It's not like I....didn't enjoy that..." He admitted much quieter in a soft mumble. Fel and ashes he even swallowed it too...

He sighed again and gestured to the couch next to him. "Come old friend, make yourself comfortable. You'll hurt your knees..." His eyes flickered as he waved his fingers - summoning some water in a goblet for Khadgar to drink. He couldn't imagine that tasted very good either. Now it was his turn to take care of his ex-Apprentice.