The baby I'm pounding into you right now, Hermione, my sweet. He shoved extremely forcefully, as if to emphasise his comments, causing Hermione to yell. He hissed in her ear, "I want your face, your curls, and my eyes for her. Or perhaps your eyes and my hair. Isn't that something to behold? "A young lady with my locks and those gorgeous chocolate eyes?" He was now moving with a lot more pace.