His stuttered protest is nearly let out when she slows them, but he thinks perhaps that might be the best thing for it. While he has little patience for waiting, he also doesn't want to create a reputation for himself that he isn't able to hold off. Breathing in slow and deep, he finds himself brushing kisses over her neck with his beard creating pink marks, beginning to fuck her in a way he's not touched a woman in years (and usually, it had been someone Porthos and Aramis had quietly procured for him).

"With this much wine in me? I like nearly everything."