We Are Riot

"Why did you protect me?" Drake asked, turning the conversation around so he could catch a break. "I thought you and I weren't like Brock and Venom."

You speak of those two again and I'll bite your dick off, Riot sneered. Feeling the man's throat constrict and his dick twitch pathetically, Riot hummed low.

Carlton, Riot purred, your heart rate has risen quite rapidly. Are you alright?

"I'm f-fine," Drake mumbled out pathetically. He watched as a thick gray tentacle floated out from him and turned the handle all the way to the right so that the water became warm and steamy.

Your blood flow has increased to your lower area, Riot mused. Should we do something about it?

There is was again. That usage of them both. We.