"The love is nowhere," Karkat deflects, like it was a real question, protesting too much again because he can't get enough of it. Anyway: "I could make you proper teeth," he says finally, with a click of his own teeth for emphasis. "None of those stupid blunted nubs you call teeth." Wow, rude much? He's not smiling, but... is that a joke? Maybe? It's hard to tell with him.

Karkat is finally gearing up to rant, grumbling, "I don't understand the need for human films to keep shoehorning pale relationships into the flushed quadrant. Much less black leanings. It happens all the time, like they don't understand the need for a distinction when things don't work for flush--" he pauses though, squinting over at Dave like it's a trick question.

"No," he finally says slowly, almost like he's curious, "I've only watched the movie." If that doesn't sound like he needs to see it...