I always got it!

[ well, that's true. oz really does roll over almost any time fizz asks for literally anything: he can't even remember the last time he got told no. someone else might worry about that, but frankly it's not like fizz is nuts and asking for much. he still gets goosebumps over the smallest measures of affection; he's easy.

anyway, he's going to skirt past the mammon talk to continue: ]

I do feel oddly good here. I don't want to stay forever, but, you know, I like it for now. The only thing missing now is my precious babies.

[ with a wistful sigh. man, he'd love to have a little shapeshifting, but he also might get too obsessed with changing how he looks. oh well, no matter right now.

he's too busy cackling, nuzzling right into oz's face while he gets spun around. his grin is absolutely wicked when he speaks again. ]

Hey, Ozzie. You wanna ████ in the elevator on the way down? Let me ████ your ████ and you can ████ my ████████ and then ████ with a taste of ████ for good measure.

[ okay, so this is definitely sexy mad libs at this point, but also, as long as it's horny he's going to accept any interpretation of his speech. ]