You asked Harley, his name was perfect for a whine! Simple, with a nice vowel right in the middle to really draw out...

She didn't employ it again, however. Instead, her breathing grew all sorts of gaspy, more and more, as the urgency in all of her actions grew and grew, and then... Her toes curled, her back arched, everything tensed, and she got there.

His name made for a good moan, too.