"Be thinking that's a motherfucking fine idea." When he can move. His voice sounds as languid and liquid as he feels, but the idea of putting something of his through that ear is enough motivation to get him to move.

Except when he does he's instantly shaking and making a high, reedy sound of overwhelmed pleasure open-mouthed against Dave's skin. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He's so fucking oversensitive and he can't even think. It hurts, and Gamzee can't decide whether it's a good hurt, a bad hurt, or some unholy combination of both. He takes a moment to pant and rest and then he's up, moving unsteadily around the room. For all that he'd never acted or dressed like a highblood, he'd been encouraged to frequently, and he knows that somewhere around here is--ah, there it is. He'd said rings and bracelets got all fucking slimed from his pies, and necklaces strangled him, so the solution had been earrings, which he'd never worn, though he had appreciated the gift (and then promptly forgotten about it, which Equius had been disappointed about).

He tosses it at Dave. "Here motherfucker. Stick that all through that pretty little hole."