Nasch is unimpressed by this bet. He's unimpressed by the stupid maid outfit, the obnoxious twintails, the fact that Vector pulled his hair--
Okay, he's not just unimpressed. He's infuriated.
"Vector. Stop that."
"Oh, Nasch, but isn't the customer king?" Vector idly plays with Nasch's hair.
Of course, Vector gets nothing out of this. Nasch is pretty sure that Vector would like him better in black leather, really. (Because Vector generally prefers if people agree with his own fashion choices.)
So this is just to piss Nasch off.
"Not if he's dead," Nasch hisses.
"Aw, you're no fun." Vector hands Nasch his empty glass. "Refill?"
Nasch pointedly digs his heel into Vector's foot- after all, high heels need to be good for something- "Sure, asshole."