Rygel certainly was a dominar. He thought like one, acted like one, saw things like one. That made a dominar (like she was a ship, even with two legs, two arms, and a very small inside). She saw the things she saw, some of which others didn't. Moya didn't tell people how to live their lives on their account. No, she lived how she lived and helped them as best she could. They helped her more than they knew (and the humming was very good).
Her hands moved, more in a steady rhythm (like the way she purged her corridors of gases incompatible with bipeds, returned oxygen) than a singular series of actions repeated (clear difference). One led into the other. "Talking to them more, yes," Moya agreed, "You are actually interested in them." She pointed it out. The pretending... when people saw through it, it didn't end well. "That should show. Being receptive to them in conversation, showing them you're responsive to their actions," Moya continued, "That shows them you can be the same in the bedroom. You want their company for pleasure, and so do they.
"They don't know about your sexual prowess here, the way Hynerians would from knowing you're the dominar." Moya was sure he would find his way.