The ravaged does not get to object to how he has been ravaged.

[She mumbles, agreeably, more focused on the hands petting through her hair than she is on anything else. Sleepy contentment is making her eyelids heavy, and she's pleasantly drowsing just enough to hold onto it while still paying attention to what's going on around her.]

And if we compliment you too much, you'll just get excited again.

[Just gonna lay that right out there, huh, Sypha. Just gonna do that, huh.]