Kyle had, at first, been focusing on easing into a make-out, but at the nipple tweak--SQUEAK! "TYRONE VALSHARAN, YOU ARE A DICKBALL." With that, he shoved the incubus down onto the bed, attempting to pin his arms above his head. "Bad, nasty, evil, rotten, no-good, sex-starved, dirty son of a bitch!" He wasn't really angry at all, but. . . it was Ty. If he couldn't mess around with him, who else could he do it with?