Billy smiled blithely. He was fully capable of rudeness when it was needed, and often times when it was not. It was better to hide it, though, under that quiet, only letting it slip out on occasion. Otherwise, Goodnight might be able to anticipate it.

He smiled, lifting his hips in accommodation of Goodnight getting his pants open. He squirmed and pushed his pants, his underwear, down his long legs, and laughed to sprawl there only half out of his shirt.