Completely without his consent, one of Dave's long legs is suddenly wrapped around Gamzee's hips, tugging the troll tight to his body as he rolls his hips against Gamzee's in a slow, insistent rhythm.

He does duck his head at Gamzee's request, if only because he's not sure how these God Tier clothes work, and whether or not he can make more on the alchemiter. He doesn't exactly feel like finding out, so he lets Gamzee tug the shirt over his head.

"Well," he says, his voice a little muffled by the fabric of his shirt, "I seemed to do pretty fucking well for myself last time."