The angel sighed, exasperated that he couldn't figure out which twin was which even through the techniques he'd just tried. It seemed all forms of touch or stimulation wouldn't work here and he'd have to resort to more simpler means.

"Sadly no. Your empathy...it's too strong since you're the same man. I'll be removing your scarves now."

It was the only option Balthazar could think of aside from pulling off the patches. That would happen next if he didn't find the large scar running along Jack's neck. Many a time had he traced his fingertips along it when they were in bed with one another.

"After all this I'm going to need a drink. Or five."

Moving towards the nearest twin he began tugging at the scarf, loosening it so that it fell away from the man's pale neck.