I like to imagine that Shay had, perhaps, a language kink, especially for the Portuguese language due to his often conversations about the women he spent the nights in Lisbon. If so, then I’d be more than happy to obligate and use that same language to drive him off, purr and moan against his ears, “Faz-me gemer o mais alto que possa, Capitão Cormac [make me moan as loud as I can, Captain Cormac]”, as he growls and thrusts into me.