[For a moment, no, he has no idea what the hell Dave's asking for. He raises an eyebrow and he waits for an explanation. When it comes (vague as it is), there's a look of understanding. A hand reaches up to brush through Dave's hair, lips pursed in thought as he thinks that over.]
...only with my teeth. I'm not hurting you with my hands. Deal? [It's a very oddly specific way of saying it, but at the same time it's like asking someone to pinch you to make sure you're not dreaming. Dave's always gone to the extremes anyway.]
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...only with my teeth. I'm not hurting you with my hands. Deal? [It's a very oddly specific way of saying it, but at the same time it's like asking someone to pinch you to make sure you're not dreaming. Dave's always gone to the extremes anyway.]