[cranky? cranky? this is the most chill you've sounded in a long, long time! who does this guy expect you to be, Gamzee? whomever he expects you to be, he's still demanding as fuck, isn't he? still, it's probably polite to return the favor-- especially since you feel a lot less like a gelatinous food product made from the hooves of hoofbeasts than you probably should, which you're blaming on that stupid drug-laced candy that started this whole mess. so you oblige him and tighten up, and start stroking him with your fronds again.]