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"God, Willow was right," Xander moaned, "going gay won't help the whole being a sexual magnet for evil things."
Dr Horrible stilled, ceasing the teasing motion he was making with his tongue against Xander's thigh, and strapped the last of Xander's limbs to the lab table.
"You think I'm evil?" he asked.
"Well, hmmm, let's see. You're a mad, crazy genius with a secret lair, a giant freeze ray and the biggest batshit fan club known to man. Yeah, I guess I think you're pretty evil."
"Pretty evil! Awesome!" Dr Horrible bounced with glee as Xander glared at him from the table he was bound to.
"Personally I wouldn't consider that an endearing quality," he said. Dr Horrible stopped dancing, folded his arms and strode over to his tethered companion.
"Didn't stop you from coming though, did it?"
"I didn't expect the sweet guy from the launderette to be one of the most notorious villains of New York City."
They smiled at each other, knowing that really it didn't matter in the great scheme of things.
"I'm gonna break out the yogurt," Dr Horrible announced, causing Xander to smile even more.