Gamzee's eyes narrow but his grin stays, looking eerily out of place. "You're what?" He murmurs, pressing closer, putting more pressure on that hand. "Are you trying to order me around? The peasantblood's got guts." He declares to the room, chuckling. Tap, tap, and he digs his claw in for a moment before taking his hand away.

Only to brush Lelouch's bangs to the side, coming back and digging his nail in and dragging it down. Unless Lelouch's got skin of steel, he'll be drawing blood. He doesn't dig so hard that it comes up fast, but rather slow, and he stares eagerly.