Scar laughs breathlessly, the pain in his cheek bright and searing. "Better shut me up then, hadn't you? If I can still talk too much."

He gasps at the sudden thrust, then rocks back into it with a groan. He actually doesn't have much of a sex life since Dottore changed him--almost everyone is too afraid of him to let him that close. Brighella is a welcome exception to that, and he could almost be glad enough of it to go along even if he wasn't enjoying the specifics.

Oh, but he is.

"Not going to break, dear Brighella. Fuck me like you mean it." As long as he can talk, he's unlikely to stop goading.