"I don't need to make a deal. I already have you." Seemed simple enough for him, but he supposed he could understand why it was taking Bill some time to wrap his head around. Didn't mean he was about to humour him, however.

He looked Bill over and then crouched down in front of him, catching his eyes. "Do you remember when you spat on me, bitch boy?" A more appropriate nickname for this line of conversation.

"There's punishment for that. Clearly you can't control your drooling so well."