“So I see...” he looks down at his clothing, then Dirk’s, then Hades’, as if he hadn’t memorized where the seams and wrinkles were already.

“...Is there a... reverse of that manner of dress... Perhaps the cabal attire for— for those with dick-sucking preference that I should know about or be wearing to broadcast this information?”

And then quickly adding—

“Do your clothes... oh my, should I have known already by your manner of dress?”