It was hard not to evesdrop when the noise was so loud it was bouncing down the bloody halls. And it wouldn't be nearly so tempting had it not been coming from one particular room where one particular young woman lived, currently by herself.
Arthur leaned against the wall just outside Guinevere's door, eyebrows rising with each passing second. The moans were ridiculous enough. But the side commentary nearly had him in stitches on the floor.
He didn't even bother knocking, simply pushed open the door with enough force it bounced into the wall.