"God! Stop it!" Byron put up an arm to shield his glasses from the water. "I'm a douche because I didn't fuck you? That's enough justification to spread around that I'm supposedly a virgin? What are you twelve?" He thought about trying to spray him back, but it was rather pointless considering Pascal was soaked of his own accord. "Besides if it was such a horrible thing for you, why are you parading around everywhere in my tie?"