"Sounds refreshing." Barty said it drily, undoing his coat. He shrugged it off and then held it out to Bill, because his lips actually looked as if they had a blue tinge to them and that could not possibly be healthy. "We're going inside, aye."

He wondered idly how young Bill was. Definitely one of those faces that looked younger than he was, especially with that build, but he still doubted that he was any older than twenty. Hart to tell though, given the circumstances. "If you got any drugs on you, toss them now. Hide them, whatever. But not in my place."

He wasn't going to risk that. Although he highly doubted that Bill had anything, else he'd be high right now.