When Angel refers to Billy as mysterious and aloof, he looks to Mark and pointedly raises an eyebrow. Just what was Mark saying about him? There was a terrifying moment that he wondered if anyone in this strange group thought maybe Billy was in fact CHAOS. Mysterious and aloof certainly fit the public image. But Billy thought of himself, the face he was able to show people, as anything but.

"Afraid I gotta get back to the slave drivers by sundown. But have a drink for me, would you?" This time, he actually returns the cheek kiss, trying to hide the feeling rising at the back of his throat. All of them drinking together. Without him. Roger, Mark, Angel, and god knows who else. Getting drunk...

He pushed it down before he could think on it enough for it to show on his face. He gives an innocent shrug to the jab. "It works, doesn't it?"