Understanding dawns, but not a lot of clarity. He doesn't even feel stupid for getting it wrong, because who wouldn't? Sure, he can appreciate the carnality of it — he wants to watch him leaking from her, from every part of her that can take him — but she's still getting off.

If Marta has to stop rocking and he has to pause to process that, there's not a lot of movement going on immediately following her statement. "You're looking for a different word than 'torture.'" Ransom's not going to offer alternatives, because that's her business, and it lies somewhere behind an earnestness that does something akin to making his skin crawl. With the hand not currently buried in her cunt he gestures at the otherwise empty bathhouse, between the two of them.

"You've got me to yourself," he says, less romantic than annoyed. "You have what you want."