It wasn't likely to, ever. That saying, 'the more things change, the more they stay the same'? Absolute truth. She pauses a fraction of a second hearing that groan of her name, sucking in a breath, before growling his name under her breath in return, her hand moving harder and faster, feeling the response he had to her bites under her hand. She didn't stop though, instead moving up his neck to nip his ear, her low voice murmuring purrs and low growls of his name repeatedly. After all, she distinctly remembered him saying he liked her saying his name like that.