Goodnight had long had a fascination with Billy's hands. Watching him in that fist fight in Texas had been a sight, one he could not forget. One that had led them to this very moment. He made sure the passing touch lingered a moment more than it needed to.

"Oh I could think of a few things. I know my table manners and other important points of etiquette that are vastly lacking in this half of the country. You never know when you'll need to know what to do with a napkin. Not that anyone downstairs would know silk from sackcloth."