That's-- ah-- that's good--

[What could she possibly do that wouldn't be good? Everything is good, every movement, every moan-- and he's a little embarrassed now, afraid of making a fool of himself like he just had, but it's hard to keep silent.]

You're vastly overestimating how articulate I'm g-going to be--

[But he reaches out, dragging blunt nails up her legs, until he settles his hands at her hips.]

You don't-- I mean-- I'm fine, Raven, you don't have to go slow for my sake. More than fine, I'm fantastic--