Gamzee watches, tightening his grip. A hungry look comes into his eye, and he smiles again. A wave of pleasure shoots through his spine and makes his head swim a moment as he stares into Lelouch's painicked eyes, and he chuckles breathily. "Hey, motherfucker, you scared?" He leans in, whispering near his ear: "Shh, hey, how's it feel?" He pulls away and laughs, laughs and laughs, loosening his grip enough for Lelouch to breathe. He wants him conscious. His laughter isn't humorless or dry anymore, because this is fucking hilarious. Putting the damn human in his place is hilarious and absolutely wonderful.

"Motherfucker." That's all he says before digging his nails in with all of his strength, digging and digging and twisting, and then ripping.