Sagramore has intuited correctly, and Luo Binghe would like to be annoyed, but in truth the slower pace is appreciated. It is like nothing he's ever felt; he keeps his eyes closed, too overwhelmed to take in any visual information. Sagramore is hot and insistent inside him, and Luo Binghe cannot get used to it—as if his body forgets the sensation on each thrust and learns it anew, sensitive every time. He has no awareness of how he might be reacting—if he is making noises or stumbling over his breath, he doesn't know it.