She wasn't really the type to get loud in bed, even if she liked to think that she was vocal in terms of offering encouragement or letting her partner know what she liked. Q didn't need either of those things, though; if she encouraged him more than what he already was now, this would be over far too soon, because he seemed to know what she liked. It got to the point where he actually got her to forget where she was, not caring that it was wholly possible for them to be interrupted, focused only on the blinding pleasure building every single time his fingertips brushed up against her g-spot.