He can hear her breath catch, her heart speed up, as he follows the path of greatest pleasure. She's gasping often, now, it's hard to do proper sentences.

"Flattery," she tells him. (That's not a complaint, though. She's finding she likes praise from Skellig.) Her reply is interrupted by a low moan as he sucks at a particularly sensitive spot on her right hip. "You, strong soul, strong heart. Light after Dark."

If he wasn't working to drive her toward an orgasm, that explanation would probably be more coherent.