He voices muffled assent, shifting slightly at the uneven distribution of weight. Though faint, his breathing hitches and becomes a fraction more laboured the longer she strokes his cock. It's easier than usual to get him aroused again with the arrow's effects still coursing strongly through him.

While she's occupied, he mulls over what she might like. What she might be seeking out of this. Hythlodaeus had enjoyed Hades pushing back and being honest with his desire. He had thought Irhya wanted his complete obedience, but perhaps that isn't quite right...? The silence IS a little unsettling.

He angles his head to watch her out of the corner of his eye again. Licks his lips. If he speaks then he gets 'punished'. He should expect it, not shy from it. "Having the First Emperor of Garlemald at your mercy must be quite the sight indeed," he murmurs.