Right now just the melody of the words is enough. He's always quiet when they fuck, and hearing him now feels like a victory--one of his own sheepskins shorn right off. She acknowledges that plea with a deliberately drawn out, hungry purr, meaning to let him have the low vibration of it against his prick more than the sound for his ears.

If it lets him be more himself, she's happy to do this, to do anything, for him.