"Mm-hmm," And as Billy moves closer, Mike leans down, faces inches away from the other. Eyes narrowed, but not with their usual curious paranoia. It's something else entirely--the same look he gave the other earlier, dragging him up to his room.

"My tastes are pretty simple, McGee. I like beer, I like money... And I like a nice ass to grab once in a while. You gonna have a problem with me grabbing your ass, Billy? I'd hate for that to be the case."