Very funny, Nick...
I am sorry that the clammy gropings of jealousy about your love-sick wooer's heart are such as to compel a jaded misreading of "ickyness" in even slighting (though good natured) humour.
Poor Nick, get thee to a physician.. or step boldly from the shade and declare thyself, thy fevers, and thy amore!
And I need to lay off the opera for a while...