"He seemed to act like it was some kind of..." he trails off for a moment, struggling for the word. It's particularly hard given what he's doing, Phillip not the only one having to work to keep a conversation going at this point, "Mmm... stripping away all of the pretenses... kind of a thing." He loses the thread for a moment, grinds in deeper at the end of one long, slow thrust. Once he picks it back up again, it's clearly more disjointed, breathier,

"Wasn't... thinking about it at the time but after I... remembered that first night in Ishgard and I.." he doesn't finish the sentence, but the rest of it is likely at least partially explicit even without words, the way his fingers dig into Phillip's thigh to pull him up closer, the way he seems to lose control of the pace, speeding a little but also just more clearly falling into the pursuit of his own pleasure for a moment.