[ She should continue to be nice. Let him have the moment. Clearly, the continued silence means that he is enjoying it; she shouldn't ruin it. Their silences have been amicable more often times than not, and this is no exception. She's happy to let the peace continue for as long as he needs it, because it's clear he does, and—

He makes a sound, and she follows right after. Except instead of a moan, it's a snort. Their peace has officially shattered, rest in pieces. ]

I didn't think it was that good, darling. [ Implications of a two hundred year purgatory or otherwise. ] It's also a good thing no one heard that. And that you weren't eating a sausage. [ Aria. ]