I'm sure! [ The words come out whinier than he'd like them to, breathless with the way Aventurine keeps touching his weak points. His groans against his hand, biting his lip at the prompted question. ] Ah... hah... it's... good. [ He mutters, barely able to string a coherent sentence together. ] T- ten points..! Full marks! Gambler-! Kakavasha... I am- I am adequately prepared. [ Ratio groans again, his cock throbbing with each stroke. ] I need you to fuck me, or I'll..! [ He cuts himself off before he can say it, but he's already so close. ]