"Your own nefarious purposes," Mike echoed, and reaches behind him to actually lock the closed door. He looks at Billy, hair mussed, laying on his bed, and while the other mock-frowns he can't help but actually grin, pleased at this whole thing.

"You, Billy McGee, are a terrible liar," He announces, crossing to the foot of the bed, His arms move down to the corners, gaze firmly on the other. "Your purposes aren't nefarious in the least. You think sex is scandalous?"