There have been times in the few sexual encounters he's had where he was able to speak. Infrequently, and always sarcastically, yes, but still capable of it.

Not so, now. This modern version of himself is much taller, much stronger, and much tighter than Irene had been. It all combines in a way that leaves him tense and frantic, so deeply pleasured it's hard to keep from just letting his eyes roll back.