Dante had been sitting in the patient's chair of Lloyd Harris' office for ten minutes, invading his privacy and generally reeling off insults whilst the fire demon got on with his work. It was mainly out of boredom, but also because he liked the man's company. And because he had something he wanted to tell him but didn't really know how to, so he was building up courage in his head. "..with a gut as fat as yours. So what's your diagnosis, Doc?" "You're an ass," said the welshman without hesitation, not bothering to look up. Instead he continued filling in forms, information about his other patients. The demon across from him had his arms folded, eyes set on him. He wasn't getting attention. Or at least a reaction. Time for plan B. Reaching over he grabbed the forms from underneath Lloyd's pen and brought them up to read. "'Slight nymphomanic tendencies...' you gotta give me this girl's number..." Slightly annoyed but mainly unphased, Lloyd only blinked. "It's a man." The forms were promptly dropped from Dante's fingers, left to scatter on the desk. His expression said "O-kaaay..." as Lloyd was left to retrieve them, a scowl on his face. Dante noticed. "What is up with you? You got a face like a hooker that didn't get paid." The shrink glanced at him. "You would know." "Now, what have I done to deserve that?" "Breathed?" It was Dante's turn to scowl. "For a shrink you really don't know how to treat people's feelings." Lloyd gave a short laugh. "I'm sorry, I wasn't aware you had any." Dante was up out of his chair immediately, walking towards the door. "Later, Doc..." He was stopped by Lloyd's soft voice behind him, gentle and apologetic. "Sit down, Dante. Tell me what's on your mind." As the blonde demon paused, Lloyd reclined in his chair. "Please?" Lloyd's request was granted with a great heave as Dante slumped back in the chair, seemingly disinterested. The shrink remained quiet, patient, until Dante decided to speak. "I slept with Wesley. Don't.. get all scribbly on me," he said in warning, noticing how Lloyd's features immediately lit up with interest and glee. He did his best to hide it, quietening down so Dante would continue. When he did it was after a large sigh. "Don't ask how it came about or how it happened. But it was the best sex I've had in a long time..." He sniffed slightly. "Just... kinda... wondering why." Lloyd's mind was an explosion of inner questions, theories, deductions, analysing sentences and general shock. Dante had slept with a man - male on male. The thing he deemed disgusting. He'd been with a guy. Shared an experience, actually probably made love or at least fucked with feeling, even if he didn't realise it. Doing his best attempt at hiding his amusement and also his downright curiosity, Lloyd bleated - "You're wondering why it was the best?" Again the blonde cleared his throat. "Yeah. If it was... cause I love him. Which I don't. Or if it was cause it was with a man. Which would be gross. And I'm not gay." The shrink didn't answer just gave a small laugh and a shake of his head. Before he had chance to speak again Dante was making sure he had his say. "If you tell a fucking soul I will shove a splintered stick up your ass.... got it?" "Got it." "Good." There was a silence. Lloyd thought about something to say but then it probably wouldn't help matters. His mind was wandering to thoughts of the blonde with the healer, embroiled in manly passion. It was a nice image. One which Lloyd simply couldn't justify having nor manage to get out of his head. The atmosphere was cold with the two of them not speaking. It was left to Dante to break it again. "Can you help me find out?" Lloyd inwardly shook himself awake. "Sorry?" Leaning fowards Dante clicked his fingers infront of the shrink's nose, impatient and nervous and grumpy. "Focus, welshie, focus. This isn't easy for me. I'm asking you to help me find out if I'm gay or if I'm.... Wesley only." This was tricky. Lloyd opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it. Chose to say; "By... doing what...?" The growl was enough to tell Lloyd this was a bad question. "Do I have to draw you a Goddamn map?!" Before Lloyd realised what was happening Dante was over the desk, grabbing him by his collar and smashing their mouths together in a fierce but unmoving kiss. Lloyd had to stand from his chair to balance, arms flailing with the force of the other man's tug. What the fuck. What the fuckety fuck? This was odd. Unexpected and certainly fucking weird but Goddamn that mouth... When Dante pulled away Lloyd was breathless, lips flushed despite it being a brief encounter. Dante was staring at his mouth, a confused look on his face. Lloyd didn't want to ask what was wrong, just allowed the demon to keep hold of him. "Ah, fuck..." Dante groaned, closing his eyes, apparently having his answer, and with the same fluid motion as before he grabbed Lloyd back for another kiss, but not before uttering a simple, "What the hell."