"You don't need my name. But Bill suits you." He'd think of him like that now. Bill. Bill, with the bloody face and the suit that didn't quite fit, looking all the more adorable on him. He was a cute boy, couldn't deny that. Pretty too.

"People always do what I say, if it's possible. Sometimes they try what's impossible too." The only times his power hadn't worked was with his brother. He supposed when he was very young, before his parents enhanced it, then it hadn't always worked. Seemed like a long time ago now, he couldn't remember. He hadn't even realised it back then.

It wasn't as if he'd wanted to control anyone. "Do you have a boyfriend, Bill?"

There, he could do small talk. People had lives outside of when he interacted with them and he could acknowledge that. Take that, Sam. Barty reached for the glass of wine that had been poured for him and took a sip. Ha.