He took a sip of his coffee and sighed, nodding his head. "As you wish. I'll send Bill off then." The thought hurt more than he'd have thought. He liked Bill's company. He liked not waking up alone. He liked how desperately Bill was trying to understand him, how much he felt for him. How sweet he was. He got Sam's point, however. Being near him was dangerous.

"Well. I let them do what they wanted to do. Free will and all that." And those thugs clearly felt like bashing someone, why not let them bash each other? It felt like justice to Barty. Clearly, Bill had agreed. Had called him a legend. He could already guess that Sam wasn't about to praise him for it.

Suddenly focusing entirely on Sam, he asked a question. "What do you want for me, Sam Tyler?"