Reciprocation is the highest form of appreciation to the Dave. He likes to know he's going in the right direction without having to be told. He just can't help thinking it took him a damn long time to get to this point.

"Woah." Well damn. That's just about all he can say right now. He is so woefully unprepared for this moment, Bro is probably rolling in his space grave. He lets himself be coaxed closer, letting his forehead press down against hers so she can get a nice good look at his bewildered red eyes. "Ditto." Yup. He's dishing out the eloquence right now.

He's just going to... chill with his face pressed against hers for a second before he gathers the brain power to ask the important questions. "I don't think I ever asked how trolls do the nasty.." He trails off, worrying his bottom lip as he tries to word this as unawkwardly as possible. "What do you even have down there?" The chances of her having a horse dick are too high to risk. So as to save face for that awkward question, he's going to bury his face against her neck and start pressing kisses to it. Okay so maybe he's trying to discreetly hide his face against her neck. Don't judge him.