"I didn't used to talk at all, actually. When I w-was..." His breath catches a little and he can't help stammering out the words when Ned nibbles at his ear. It's a sensation he's never quite felt before, but he likes it. He huffs out a little semi-embarrassed laugh at how transparent he is in his enjoyment, and tries to keep speaking, surprised and gratified that Ned hasn't tried to get him to shut up yet.

"When I was younger I refused to talk at all. Not until I learned to speak in English really well. I... that feels good, do that again," he says, obviously referring to Ned's mouth on his collarbone. Apparently, he has no problem at all asking for what he enjoys, no matter how uncertain he is. His hands go back to Ned's hair, threading his fingers through it, not tugging on it at all, just exploring somewhat cautiously.

"I guess I'm making up for lost time on the talking thing. Ever since I started, nobody's been able to get me to stop."