@IzzyCanyon "*A chat*," Stede echoes, a high-pitched imitation. "You're a filthy liar. You got me blackout drunk, didn't you." Izzy unscrews the jar, dips his ungloved fingers in the half-solid mass, and lets it melt between his fingers.
Ed grins, his eyes hooded and smug. "Well, it worked didn't it."
"You're-" before Stede can say more, Izzy pulls his asscheeks apart and touches the pad of his finger to Stede's hole, and Stede *shrieks*.
he will be, promise. I just gotta torture him a little first
Stede will get over himself!