[ Between getting his clothes torn off or stripping, Ratio would probably rather just have them torn off of him. But all rational thoughts get very quickly short-circuited out of his head as Aventurine starts to tease him through the fabric of his pants, and he makes a stiff attempt to shed as many layers as possible. His dick is throbbing as he finally frees it from his pants, leaking at the tip. ]

You still have yet to impress me. I'm merely allowing you control, gambler. I could take it back any time I wanted. [ Though his gaze flicks to the appendages with barely disguised interest. Purely scientific interest, obviously. ]