Melpomene made a soft sound, an exhale of breath between her teeth and bottom lip, a sound that was going to turn into ffffuuuck if his fingers pressed any deeper. She'd honestly barely noticed the dogs, but to be fair, none of the times they'd had sex had ever been entirely private. There'd been people around at Peitho's Symposium, Antigone in the kitchen - the amphitheater had been as private as they'd gotten, which was a hilarious realisation.
She turned her head toward the squeaking, surprised. "Holy shit - that's small," she said, trying to get her head around something that delicate and vulnerable this close to Ares.