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."
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Date: 2024-04-01 11:49 pm (UTC)"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."