Swallowing hard, he nods as he watches her touch herself, listens carefully as she moans, as her heart rate jumps a little and the surge of arousal and pleasure works through her body.

"I...I have heard others," he admits. "My hearing is...sharper than most. I try not to listen, find other things to focus on, but some times it has been...unavoidable."

He cringes slightly, embarrassed by how that sounds. He would not wish to be seen as a voyeur, that is not ever his intention - he would rather walk away, find a place to hide, some place where there are other sounds (like these woods) to listen to, than those having pleasure he has felt he would never attain himself.