Barty shook his head, trying not to get too hung up on wording there. Poor sod and rejection, that was getting to him a little. "If I want you to shut up, I'll tell you."

He hadn't given the boy that many orders yet. He didn't really need to and he didn't want to either. He was making a bit of an effort, actually. Proving things to Sam, because maybe Sam would hear about this. He probably would, this was probably noteworthy enough that it would flag up. Come across his desk.

"I don't need to order anyone around so they'd date me." He told Bill and really he was telling Sam. At least one of them might believe it. "They look good on you, those clothes. Remind me to set you up with money later."