"Vile, wretched, horrid thing! Scum of the underworld, bane of my very existence!" His fingers slid to Ty's throat, gripping rather gently in comparison to the tone of his voice. He wasn't sure if it was what Ty wanted, but. . . knowing him, he wouldn't doubt it. His other hand was much more focused on unzipping Ty's pants, though. . . it'd take him a moment. The left hand wasn't as talented as the right, but it was unfortunately what he had available. 'Cause like hell he'd stop chokin' a bitch. This was fun already.