Nothing. Ezra wanted him to say nothing because that would've jeopardized having that mouth on him, and he wanted nothing else right now.

Anyway.

Even in his worsening haze, he still took note of the cause-and-effect happening in what he did versus what Dante did. He was pretty happy with the conclusion and solution he came to, there. Rougher and quicker was what he needed about now. His pace had been half leisurely until now, but now, he moved with intent.

It seemed like that intent was to leave Dante feeling like his mouth had been well and truly fucked.