Maybe if you’re the very special brand of lunatic who thinks being manhandled and inexplicably stripped by a raving madwoman holding you against your will is as refreshing as a quick nap!!
But, uh… I think I’d prefer pretending that whole ordeal never happened.
As for my undergarments, well… I do have a certain fondness for red (bright and bold as the flames of passion I set!), but my normal underclothes are if a much finer material than a bathing costume. A man as rich as I wears only the best. If you are truly set on finding out any more details about what I wear beneath my fashionable apparel, I suppose you’d have to find that out in person, my dear lady. Dear fellow, whatever.