"I believe you did," he murmurs, amused. Skellig could clearly care less, from his voice's tone. "We may have been...a bit louder, this time."

(Faint, too faint for Kreyu to hear, another woman in the distance cries out in ecstasy as she attains her release, and Skellig promptly turns 'off' his ears.)

His focus shifts to the drum of her heartbeat, which he can clearly hear without having to 'reach', as well as feel beneath his fingers as his hand comes to rest on her chest, palm flat on her skin above her heart.