[ He shrugs. ] Haven't felt cold in a decade, at least. Barely even remember what it feels like. [ He can't say he misses it. Cold was always an unpleasant sensation, from what he remembers of it. He's slept outside a few times and he imagines the cold night air isn't that comfortable. ] But yeah, stupidly high. At least I know my limit now.

[ The makeshift joint reminds Billy that he dropped his own unfinished cig on the ground in shock. Figuring he could use a little distraction, he pulls a fresh one out of his jacket pocket. It lights itself as soon as it touches his lips, which wasn't a particularly impressive application of his power but it was one he could reliably control.

He cocks his head to one side at the 'lucky ass cops' comment. Klaus's staring hadn't exactly been subtle, but it puts him somewhat at ease. All of this stuff about academies and superpowers and feeling at home is so foreign to him that he can't help but scrutinize it. Being taken back for a good fuck, on the other hand, was familiar enough to navigate.

God, he was actually starting to consider going along with it. It has to be better than the seedy motel he was shacked up in right now. He just has to keep his guard up and not let this one thing they share - no matter how rare that thing was - trick him into trusting too easily. ]

I'm Billy. [ That gruff, defensive tone he's been employing so far gives way to something lower, more sensual, and he puffs out his chest. Yeah, keep staring. His shirt's unbuttoned for a reason. ] I'll think on that offer. Why don't you come for a ride with me first? [ He idly taps the roof of his car with one hand. ]