"What is?" Butcher asks with a mouthful of food. "Bit of a buzzkill but you ain't kneed no one in the bollocks in an hour." He shrugs as if to say who knows.

There's something else there, though and Billy feels like he knows her a little bit now.

After swiping at his beard, he asks neutrally, "why do you care, then? Don't say you don't." He's pointing at her with his free hand, but it's no interrogation.