As if he needed help being any closer to Cid with the magnetism going on...

Barnabas turns his scowl onto him, sparing the paper his ire. Contempt is plain in his eyes, if not in his features, as he silently regards him.

"I do not think there is aught to confess that you do not know already."

Of course this isn't implying that Cid is aware of any fuzzy feelings he might have for his fellow Dominant, but rather...everything else he throws in Cid's face, like the betrayal, for example.