Garrot wanted to say something, to keep the cheeky little dance going, but suddenly Gyre and his mouth were right there, and he wasn't going to clone himself just to deliver a sexually-charged one-liner. Maybe next time. Instead, as Gyre pulls away, he'll feel Garrot's once slow hand move with ferocity as his clawed fingers dig into the underside of the elf's ass.

"Such a hard worker... Relax." The doctor's still looking down on him, but he's filled the void left by Gyre's teeth by biting down on his own lip. "Unless that's all you want from me?" Garrot's got no qualms with sharing a single, intimate moment, but he's not interested in misreading his friend's intent. Gently and slowly, giving ample time to object and resist, the low-reaching hand begins to lift the elf's body up from the hips. No more stretching. But if there's even a hint of unease or resistance, that lift will stop.

Most people have to stand on their toes around Garrot, so this is a motion, a power move, he's very intimately and obviously accustomed to.