"Teenage boys are cunts," Butcher drawls, quirking an eyebrow at this infodump that he's not entirely sure what to do with. He somehow manages to bypass sex cult for the moment in favor of adding, "and you should up your price."

People didn't like him much either his whole life. He has a rugged charm to him, but that can get buried pretty deep under a mountain of hair-trigger rage. So, it's a strangely placid moment that Billy takes a drag of his cigarette in solidarity. So unassuming that he doesn't notice that Ethan and his friends are mobbing toward his back with a bat.