He's still mildly embarrassed with his next admission:

"Well, it takes...some practice," he admits. "But I was listening, as I worked to pleasure you, and I could hear...your heart's response to my actions, and it allowed me to focus closer on it, commit it to memory."

A pause.

"And I don't always listen, but when I did tonight...I used it to better pleasure you."

(Is that cheating? He's not entirely sure.)

Skellig swallows and looks over at her.

"I can tell you're still...wanting."