"Fine, thanks." Billy points at Maeve approvingly with the tip of the bat. "You're the kid in the class that takes good notes. Bet everyone cheats off you. And you turned it into a lucrative business." He smiles a bit, just on one side. "You might just be the first half-decent kid I ever met."

Before he can spend too long there, he traps the young lad in an easy headlock and says, cheery enough, "what say I knock this cunt out and we find a taco truck or the like?" Sure it was his lesson to begin with, but this is like punching toilet paper and there is no satisfaction in that.