[There's a fleeting moment when Gamzee's looking at Tavros that an expression of sadness crosses his face - a kind of tired, beaten-in pain, and then he's ducking his head, letting his mass of hair hide his face neatly as he grabs the vodka and pours a generous amount for Karkat.]

I didn't all bring you motherfuckers here to have my motherfuckin' wicked way with you dudes. [He says, and to his credit, his voice sounds totally normal, easy and casual.] I know there ain't no ladies all up in this dusty-fine drink hut to be getting your fancy on.