Nybbas Grinned a big Grin, thumbs stuck in his belt loops. "Yeah, what's the d-l on the biz, DomBaby?"

Dominic stared at him in blank confusion.

"...why'dja call me out here?"

Shaking, the Seraph drew a deep breath. "I... I have a confession."

Nybbas's Grin widened. A confession, confessions were good. He could see the programme now - The Confessions of Judgment. Eh, weak title, but he had time to work on it. "Yeah? Lay it on me, babe."

Dominic wet his lips nervously. "I..."

"Yeah?"

The Seraph looked away abruptly. "No, it's just-"

"Heyyyy," Nybbas soothed, putting a hand on Dominic's shoulders. "It's okay, it's cool. Go right ahead."

"...Your tie."

Nybbas blinked. This... this was unexpected. Okay, so, his tie. It was purple, with yellow polka dots. Every servitor so far had complemented him on his taste. It went so well with his green suit, after all. "My tie?"

Dominic's shoulders tensed, then relaxed suddenly, as if he was finally letting go of a great weight. As soon as this happened, he was face to face with Nybbas, nose to nose, staring through static glasses. "Your tie. It makes me so HOT."

"...hot."

"It makes me wet around the cloaca. God, you don't know what you do to me."

Nybbas put a foot behind him, tried to pull away, but Dominic was following. He knew Kobal must be behind this, somehow! Maybe Andre!

But Dominic... grabbed ahold of his lapel, leaned down, and LICKED Nybbas's tie. "I want you. I want you. TAKE me, you big LUG!"

Trying to keep from screaming like a girl, Nybbas's grin twitched spastically. "I, uh, I don't swing that way."

"I have a female Vessel."

"Seraphim! I've a terrible allergy to - LOOK! LITHEROY!" he pointed behind Dominic and, as Dominic turned to look, fled as fast as his legs could carry him.

After a moment's thought, he pulled his tie free and flung it behind him. At least Dominic could have a consolation prize.