He is no more quiet than she is, most of the time. It doesn't matter much behind stone walls, and in the forests here, her domain or his, who is there to hear them? No one they don't wish to. Even out in the world, though, he has never tried to hide his love for her, his appreciation. He likes to be alone with her, to have her to himself, but in other ways, he doesn't usually much care who can hear them.

That appreciation comes in the form of a low grunt when she scrapes her teeth across his throat and then soothes it with her tongue. It makes the rhythm he settles into with her a little harder, and when she lifts her leg, he catches and holds it. It's deeper here, more pleasurable. He kisses her mouth hard in time with the thrusts, and murmurs, "You'll drive me mad, lady."