[They're all mistakes and they all deserve each other, I lied. But as it is, decisions are made and...he's up and scooting closer? He's mostly in a crouch and examining Dick's face. Please let Escha make a pie, this sounds hilarious. In all seriousness:]

Just do whatever's comfortable. Both of you. [It's maybe a little soft, but somewhere in his dumb bitter black heart he cares about both of their wishes, when the fuck did that happen. He'll happily ignore that and instead a hand comes forward to kind of tug on the mask.] But this needs to come off. I'd rather fuck Dick Grayson than Nightwing if I get a choice.

[Shut up, Junpei.]