[At that, she slows. Not quite to the gentle rocking of before. It's slow, powerful, deep thrusts now. Better for her constitution, too. She leans in, panting lightly into Aloy's ear.]

Too-hnf-too much for you, little bird? You sound cute, muffled like that.

[She might be cribbing a few notes from Arthur here, but they're useful ones at the moment.]

Which do you prefer? The-ah!-gentle lovemaking? Or...

[She thrusts one more time, then grinds in, waiting for Aloy's response.]